“I was,” Oracle said, returning Brady’s smile, “but I needed to speak with you.” Then, turning to Remy, she said, “I’d like you to meet Brady Whitmore…Brady, this is Remy…”
“Great Warlock, Keeper of All Magic, and Ruler of the Mystic Realm,” Brady uttered, stunned.
Holding out his hand, Remy said, “Hi Brady.”
Staring at the hand, Brady froze, trying to think of the proper protocol for greeting the most powerful magic user in the mystic realm. But for once his mind failed him. Without any options, Brady tentatively grasped Remy’s hand, giving it one quick shake before dropping it like a hot potato. “Uh…uh...hello,” he stuttered before backing up, stopping only when the back of his legs bumped against a chair Steel had pulled over for him.
Feeling totally out of his element, Brady’s eyes bounced between Oracle, Jackson and Remy, trying to fathom the reason why everything had suddenly changed. According to Mystia, he wasn’t supposed to leave the Blackwood Back for a few more days, which was perfect as far as he was concerned. He needed the time to prepare himself not only for his meeting with the Keeper of All Magic, but to also figure out with Dylon how to prevent any harm being done to him and his mate.
But now, with the appearance of Oracle and Remy at the Blackwood Pack, it was obvious the Witches’ Council had moved faster than he thought it would. And whatever happened, it didn’t look good. Lowering himself into the chair, Brady turned to Oracle and whispered, “What did they do?”
“Who?” asked Oracle.
“The Witches’ Council,” murmured Brady. “Isn’t that why you’re here? Because they went after the Keeper and his family?”
“No, they have not…” Oracle began.
“Wait!” Remy interrupted. “What’s he talking about, Oracle?”
“The threat you pose to members of the Witches’ Council,” answered Brady.
“Threat? I haven’t done anything that would threaten them,” Remy growled.
“You did, too…when you ordered the release of all the low level magic users,” Brady said. “That’s why Mystia and Oracle asked me to help you deal with what’s sure to be a blowback by the Council.”
Frowning, Remy looked at Oracle. “I thought we were here because Lucius needed his Fated Mate.”
“We are…”
“Who’s Lucius?” asked Brady, totally confused now.
“A vampire,” Jackson said.
“Your Fated Mate!” exclaimed Remy.
“Mine? Absolutely not!” Brady snorted.
“According to Oracle, he is,” said Jackson.
Shaking his head in denial, Brady muttered, “That’s impossible. After I lost my magic, I was told I also lost my chance to ever have a Fated Mate.”
Jackson leaned forward, locking eyes with Brady before saying, “Well, whoever told you that was wrong, because Lucius is your Fated Mate.”
“Brady, dear,” Oracle interjected, “you do have one and he needs you…”
“Oracle,” Jackson growled, warningly, “no pressure.”
Holding up his hand to stop the Alpha from going further, Brady looked at Oracle. “What I need are some answers. Where is Lucius?”
“At my house in France,” Remy replied.
Keeping his eyes on Oracle, Brady nodded in acknowledgement. “And he is a vampire?”
“Yes,” Oracle said, “and he is dying.”
“Vampires are immortal so unless someone tore his head off, any wounds he has would self-heal. So why does he need me?”
“He’s under a spell…” replied Remy.
