“Babe?” Carson saw the blood drain from his mate’s face before Remy’s body began to shiver. Taking a throw off the back of the sofa, he wrapped it around his mate, pulling him tightly to his side. Though he wasn’t sure it would work on a warlock, Carson sent out his alpha power, hoping it would soothe Remy.
“What do you want me to do?” Hunter asked, concern evident in his voice. “Does Remy need a doctor? I can call Mac and ask him.”
“No, not yet,” Carson said, rubbing Remy’s back while murmuring soothing words. When his mate had calmed down, he asked, “Babe? Better now?”
Nodding, Remy muttered, “Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for, babe, it was a shock to me too,” Carson said.
“You believe her?” Remy asked, his voice wobbling in disbelief.
“I have to…Oracle can’t lie,” Carson explained.
“But...but…I’m a low-level magic user,” Remy replied. “My parents would have told me. Shecan’tbe right!”
Glancing over to Oracle, Carson said, “My mate has a good point.”
“Remy,” Oracle said softly, “all magic users the Fates have chosen to be the Keeper of All Magic have little magic. Why that is, I cannot tell you. Your parents only found out when you made your first light sphere.”
“Why didn’t they tell me?” cried Remy.
“My guess is that they were trying to protect you,” Oracle said. “I am sure they were afraid of what would happen to you if the Witches’ Governing Council found out.”
“They were,” whispered Remy, remembering his parents’ reaction when they found him playing with the light sphere.
“I get it that telling Remy about it when he was a child wasn’t a good thing to do,” Carson said, “but why not when he was older?”
“For the same reason,” Oracle replied. “Remy had not claimed his Fated Mate and until that happened, his life was in danger.”
“My parents only told me not to do it because it was dangerous. I thought they meant I could hurt someone,” Remy murmured, leaning heavily against Carson’s side.
“No, they feared you would become a target if it was discovered,” Oracle said.
“Why? Just because I could make light spheres didn’t give me more magic.”
“Didn’t you tell me you used it to locate Henri?” asked Carson. “Maybe there are other things you can do with it.”
“I don’t think so…that’s the only thing I ever did with it,” Remy said, biting his lower lip.
“If I understand Oracle,” Hunter said, “then what you can do is rare, and I bet there are tons of assholes who’d like to possess it. Since there isn’t any other way to acquire your ability, your value to someone who wants it is through the roof.”
His cousin was right, Carson thought. “Is that why the Governing Council wants my mate?”
“No…” Oracle replied.
“Mystia told me they want to remove my magic,” said Remy.
“When did you meet Mystia?” asked Carson.
“The night before you arrived. She put a spell on me and my brothers.”
“What kind of spell?” growled Carson.
“She hid us from the Governing Council guards,” replied Remy. “She said they were searching for me to lock me up and strip me of my magic.”
“Is that true?” Carson asked Oracle.
Sighing, Oracle said, “Yes, Mystia believes the Governing Council wants to put an end to the power the Keeper of All Magic has over them, but she doesn’t know exactly why. It began when the members of the governing board were informed that the previous Keeper of All Magic’s health was declining and that a new one would soon be born to take his place.
