“What about witches?” Severin asked.
“Oh, we don’t have a fated, unless it’s a vampire, like in your case, or a werewolf, but then again we only know because they do,” Astrea explained.
Severin frowned at that. “I am sure I have met witches in my past who met their fated. Some were witch and witch others had humans as their fated.”
Claire gasped softly. “Is that true? Humans and witches?”
Severin looked confused by her surprise at that. “Yes? Is that not normal?”
“No,” the three of us replied in perfect unison.
“Oh,” was all he said.
Just then Dina stormed into the room, panting for breath. “Giro is awake.”
Who the fuck was Giro?
Chapter 20
Severin
I had heard Dina running towards the room, but I was too interested in the conversation to bother with it. I knew Dina would yell for me if it was urgent, so when she told us with panting breath that aGirowas awake, it seemed more urgent than I had thought.
“Who?” Felix askedfor both of us.
“The young witch Peter found,” Dina explained, still out of breath. “He’s angry.”
I had no idea why we had to bring him back with us, but Peter had seemed protective over him, so I would do my best to protect Giro, too.
“Lead the way,” I said, tugging Felix with me as we followed Dina to the wing that Peter had taken for himself. Of course he had taken Giro with him to his rooms.
I could hear yelling and it did not sound good. “You had no right!” a male voice, likely Giro’s snapped. “You promised me she would be safe!”
“And she was,” Brent’s calm voice replied. So, Giro and Brent were arguing over a woman?
“Bullshit!” Giro yelled.
“Language!” Brent snapped, no longer sounding calm.
A bitter laugh came then, and it sounded like it was Giro’s. “You don’t get to scold me for how I speak. Not when you’re the reason she got taken in the first place. I trusted you.” The anger was gone, replaced by anguish and hurt instead. We were close enough now that Dina and Felix could hear them, too.
Dina stopped just outside the door and gestured for us to go in. I did not waste time on knocking, just opened the door and stepped inside with Felix’s hand still firmly clasped with mine.
Brent was sitting on a couch, looking a decade older than he had looked last time I saw him. Giro was pacing the floor, agitated and hurt. And to no one’s surprise, Peter was resting against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Brent.
“Hello,” I greeted them, unable to know what else to say. The room was filled with tension and I desperately wanted to fix whatever it was.
Giro blushed when he saw us, then promptly began to cry as he kneeled on the floor. “Forgive me. I didn’t know what to do, or how to fix it. Please, forgive me.”
I eyed Peter, then Felix. “Forgive what, exactly?” I asked when no one seemed interested in explaining.
Giro choked out a sob, then admitted with a low voice, “I was the one Astrea was supposed to marry. I should’ve fought them harder. Should’ve—” his words broke off as he winced from what looked to be pain?
The softest, “Why?” was spoken next to me. Felix’s eyes were glassy and he looked both confused and hurt.
“Because,” Giro started, eyeing his clothed arm. “My grandfather told me to trust him.”
Peter and I both shot Brent a glare. There was no question as to who his grandfather was.
