“Any witch worth her salt could have used his name to find him,” Ava argued.
“I don’t know his name. Or who he is,” Macgrath explained. “I woke on this earth with no memory of my past and I want to know why.”
I could feel the truth of his words. His heart was pure, even if his mind was a seething mass of confusion.
“I still think we should imprison him or turn him into the vampire council,” Ava muttered, her expression dark.
“The vampire council will know what to do with him and where his maker is,” I agreed.
“No!” Savannah argued, moving to stand in front of Macgrath. “Look, do this for me, please. Let him go tonight. If he causes any more trouble, then you can turn him into the council.”
I didn’t want to agree, but I could sense her resolve. She wouldn’t give this up. Ava and I exchanged a glance of mutual frustration. Ava’s jaw clenched and she nodded slightly. Even she understood that Savannah had dug in her heels and there would be no changing her mind.
“Fine,” Ava relented. She moved closer, pointing a finger at Macgrath. “But I will be watching you. If you put so much as a toe out of line, I will make you wish you’d never come to Austin.”
“I already wish that,” he retorted. “But I won’t be staying here.”
Ava glared at him. The closer she stood to him, the brighter the chain between them glowed. I wondered why neither of them seemed to notice it.
Savannah smiled happily at Ava before she turned toward Macgrath. “Thank you for protecting me. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The vampire’s face softened in a way I didn’t like. “Thank you, Savannah.”
With that, he backed away and melted into the darkness.
After he was gone, Savannah came over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“I’m ready to go home,” she murmured into my chest.
