He frowned. “She was a witch, like your friend. Very powerful and very dark. But she hid it well. None of us knew.”
“How did you discover this?” I asked, my voice low as I stepped closer. It definitely explained why Rhiannon would have wanted Lisandra.
“She returned for him,” Marcus responded in his rusty voice. “Tried to use magic on him to steal his lifeforce.”
I stared at my friend and saw the regret in his eyes. The fact that I had been right not to trust Lisandra didn’t take away my feelings of guilt. I had made mistakes as well.
“I am sorry I wasn’t there to help.”
Callum shrugged. “I cannot fault you for the desire to know your past. I only hope that you have found what you sought.”
His words brought it all back to the forefront of my mind. Ava. Rhiannon. The curse. My fists clenched.
“I have,” I murmured. “I know who I was and I found the mate I lost.”
Callum and Marcus looked at each other in shock.
“How?” Marcus asked. His gravelly voice was even softer than usual.
“It’s a long story,” I replied with a sigh. “Come up to the house and have some coffee. We have a lot to discuss.” I eyed them both. “Do either of you need blood?”
They both shook their heads, but the question reminded me that it had been some time since I drank. When I bit Ava this morning, I hadn’t consumed much of her blood. The magic that coursed through us had interrupted my feeding.
But even the small amount I drank made me feel…alive. As though I were complete and whole for the first time since I lost her.
I couldn’t wait for this shit with Rhiannon to be over so I could do it again.
