“Things got worse when you left. I’m not sure why, but Mander lost it. Thorin got us out of that situation. A pack was all we ever wanted and now we have it.”
“Liar,”Thorin growls.
“I wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to write to you,” Violet admits, her eyes heavy with the need to sleep.
The moon is still shining through the window; the glint shimmering off her cheekbones and I can tell she’s being honest.
“But your grand-mère forbid it?”
She looks away, her guilt palpable. The High Priestess didn’t forbid it. Violet just made her own conclusion that I needed to be in her past.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say, wanting to sleep and for this endless night to finally be over.
“Silas,” she sighs my name and I shake my head.
“We’ll listen to your spirit. I’ll go with you to New Orleans. I just need to let Jonas know I’ll be gone.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
A sensation of calmness takes over me as I fall asleep.
My back doesn’t ache in the morning, and the door to the room is wide open. The cat is sitting in the room’s entrance making direct eye contact with me as he crunches down on a spider.
I guess I’m headed on a small little road trip less I anger the spirits of my ancestors any further.
Chapter 16
Istop at Goddess Apothecary before leaving for New Orleans. Someone in the coven needs to know my whereabouts, and there’s no one I trust more than Iris.
The bell chimes with my arrival.
“We open in a half hour,” she says from the back.
“It’s me,” I reply, going to the back where she’s brewing the potions she had out in the full moon the night before.
“You’re up early,” she says and I swallow thickly.
“I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I’m going to New Orleans for a few days to help the Salvador Coven.”
Her brows pinch and she pauses mid stir of her potion, putting the lid on and wiping her hands on her apron.
“They have two healers,” she says and I try to keep my wits about me.
“They’ve been having issues with vampires and need help on a few cases.”
“You’re lying,” she says, calling me out immediately. “You’re not one to keep secrets, Vi.”
I look over my shoulder and flick the door shut.
“If I tell you, you need to take a vow of silence,” I tell her and her eyes widen.
“Violet, what the fuck is going on? You’re scaring me.”
“Vow of silence or nothing, Iris.”
“Fine,” she says, pulling out her wand. Hers is golden, with vines wrapping around, while mine is silver with intricate silver violets and an amethyst at the base.
We hold the tips of our wands together, a golden spark and a purple spark meeting as Iris says the words.
