“He doesn’t know where he was held,” Reva says. “They moved into a new place a few weeks ago, but it’s difficult to tell how far he managed to travel when he got away. They decided he was too weak, so they left him alone for a couple of days, and he found a way out.”
“Who was it, sweetheart?”
Reva swallows hard, and the fear in her eyes is like a punch to my gut. “Sorcerors.”
Chapter 6
Reva
“Excuse my ignorance,” Frannie says, after the silence has grown thick enough to sprout legs. “But what’s the difference between sorcery and witchcraft? I’ve never seen much of either, so I always thought they were much the same.”
“My mother always told me to stay well away from either,” I add. “She said we were just as likely to wind up part of a sorcerer's spell as a witch’s potion.”
Kit shoots me another unreadable look before reaching out to squeeze my hand. He then turns back to Frannie. “Sorcerers were once human, unlike witches. Their magic isn’t innate in the same way, which means it had to come from somewhere.”
“It—” Frannie blinks at him, like she can’t quite understand what he’s insinuating.
“They absorb magic from others.”
“W-willingly? Like people donate their magic to them?”
“Maybe some people do.” He gives me a look of alarm, and I shrug.
“Probably a good way to earn some extra cash.”
“But that’s not why they’ve got something of a reputation,” Kit continues. “Although not all of them are bad, in my experience.”
Frannie frowns. “How can they not be? You just said they steal people’s magic. How is that possible?”
Kit shakes his head. “Not something I know the details of, fortunately. But I’m assuming it’s some kind of ritual. And you could have sorcerer blood from way back and inherit powers that way.”
He pauses and then jumps to his feet, striding out the door in a flash.
“Is he—”
The front door slams shut, and I share a look with Frannie. He just... left. “He isn’t wearing any clothes.”
“Has he gone off in search of sorcerers?” Frannie asks. “Does he think they’ll be in the market square cooking up more babies to steal their magic, or whatever it is they do?”
“I have no idea.”
She gives a low chuckle, clearing the plates from the table. “You can’t read either of their minds, then? What exactly are the perks of matehood, then?”
“So far, free tattoos for them.” I pause to inspect my arms. “I’m still waiting for mine to appear.”
“Well... aren’t you going after him?”
I glance at Aster, whose chin is resting on his chest, fast asleep. “Am I?”
“He’s wandering around risking showing off his cock to the whole town.”
Snorting softly, I head into the next room in search of a blanket to cover Aster with. “I’m pretty sure Kit’s wearing underwear,” I mumble before I head through to Kit’s bedroom, grabbing a clean outfit from the wardrobe.
“I don’t know why he didn’t change when he was getting clothes for Aster,” I mutter as I return to the kitchen with my haul.
“Maybe it’s his version of a mating dance,” Frannie replies with a chuckle. “Now, I’ll take care of this one while you fetch the cursebreaker back before he gives the whole town a surprise striptease.”
I give a nod and head out, a few minutes behind and with no clue what direction Kit might have headed in. I suppose I should follow the screams, or the gasps of surprise.
