“It is good to be here. I’d like to introduce my companion, Gamayun.”
An older woman emerged from the backseat, and she crossed to Hartwig’s side with a smile.
Andvari bowed his head once more, trying to hide the confusion he felt. He’d never seen a companion with the leader before, had never even heard of such a person. His instincts were going crazy, wanting to deny them both access to the house, to Sawyer.
“I would see our fellow clansmen before we meet your mate, Andvari.”
“Yes, Leader Hartwig.”
Andvari turned and gestured to the leader of the guards. The younger vampire hurried forward and bowed his head. Hartwig repeated the welcome gesture, and then turned once more allowing the guard to begin introductions to the other vampires.
His companion stayed behind, hovering by Andvari’s side.
“Guardian,” she said softly once they were a couple dozen steps ahead.
“Ma’am.”
“This is a lovely home.”
“Yes.”
“You have very powerful wards in place.”
Andvari stiffened. “Yes.”
“They serve you well. Might I offer a small suggestion?”
Andvari had no clue how to answer. Then remembered something Sawyer had once told him. She could offer it all day long. Didn’t mean he had to take the suggestion. “Sure.”
“I believe the balance is somewhat off. Perhaps adding a bit of water would help.”
Andvari smiled and gave her a brief nod.
Henry and Loch came down the hill, obviously wondering what he was doing. Henry took one look at Gamayun and paused.
“Hello.”
“Greetings, young mage. You look well.”
“Um, thank you.”
“Such a sweet boy. And loved so well by his mates.”
Henry blushed. “Thank you.”
She chuckled. “Sweet one, will you work your magic and reassure your mate that I mean no one within the wards any harm? It will surely ease his mind and put his fears to rest.”
“Oh!” Henry looked at Andvari and then back to her. Loch rested his hand on his sword even as Henry closed his eyes. The wind picked up around them for a second. “It’s good, Andvari. She doesn’t mean any harm. None of the others do either.”
“Thank you, young man. Such a delightful gift you have. So powerful for someone so young. Have you by chance read Gregorovich’s Grimoire? I believe it would serve you well.”
Henry shook his head. “No ma’am. I haven’t been able to find a copy anywhere. I even have Eduard searching for one.”
“Well, perhaps Andvari would be so kind as to ask Hartwig for you. I believe the leader has a copy in his personal library. I’m sure he would be willing to lend it to you for a short time.”
Andvari wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he no longer felt threatened. Actually, he hadn’t felt threatened before, now that he thought of it. Cautious, but not fearful.
“May I offer you something to drink, ma’am?” Andvari asked. Eduard had drilled them repeatedly on the rules of hospitality. He’d be in trouble with his mate if he didn’t behave. Not that he minded getting Eduard a little fired up on occasion, but as this insult would also be against his clan leader, Andvari followed Eduard’s rules to the letter.
