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“But he also saved your life. He didn’t hurt anyone in the process.”
“He kidnapped you,” I pointed out.
“A little kidnapping is sexy under the right circumstances.” My jaw dropped, and an unwanted tinge of jealousy nipped at my insides. “Relax,” she said, seeing my reaction. “After I got over the initial anger of being dragged here, I could see things a little more clearly, that’s all.”
“How so?”
She lifted her shoulder. “I don’t know how to describe it. Something here feels like it’s tapping into my magic. Nothing has happened yet. It’s just a feeling.”
I sighed, dunking under the water for a refreshing warmth, and then resurfacing. “I don’t understand any part of my magic. I wish I did. I feel like I’d have some answers, but every day here just brings more questions. I’ve flipped through my mom’s journal and so much of it I can’t understand. There are runes I recognize. Moon cycles that make sense. But spells and diary entries are all foreign. I can’t decode it.”
“Maybe I can?”
I perked up. “Maybe it needs a witch. That’s why my dad couldn’t decipher it, and I’m not in touch with any of my powers yet so it’s unreadable.”
“How about this,” she said, propping her elbows on her thighs and leaning forward. “I’ll work on translating the journal, and you talk to Caius about your dream-memory. We have six months here. Best to woman up and make the most of it.”
“I don’t get why he hasn’t just killed me, to be honest. I have done nothing but fight him and treat him like shit.”
She snorted. “Because he says you’re his mate, Reagan. Why else would he put up with your moody ass? The easiest thing he could do is kill you, but he hasn’t. Won’t, in fact, even though he could have just watched you die. He’s saved you twice. Why is that?”
Visions of the dream I’d had filtered through my thoughts. His vulnerability. His searing pain. The heart wrenching sense of betrayal.
“Because I’ve misjudged him,” I whisper.
Chapter19
Reagan
Don’t be a pansy.
You can do this.
It’s just one conversation ... about a topic I’d rather walk on hot coals than discuss.
Who was he really? Not the fear-mongering stories that had been passed down. The truth.
The truth ...
His name was Caius, for starters. That was never in any of the tales. He was only known as the Soulless One; a name that sounded like some kind of monster. A creature from Hell with big teeth and a craving for flesh.
“He craves our flesh, all right,”Eres said.
“Just stop.”
“What? It’s the truth. He’s made no attempt to hide it. Now that we know he doesn't want to kill us, we should take him up on that. He’s a worthy mate. Strong. He’d protect our foals?—”
“Oh my god. This conversation is ending now.”
“You’re rather prudish for having several fuck buddies, as you call them. None of them were worthy of mating with us, but you still?—”
“Can’t—hear—you—it’s breaking up?—”
Eres snorted. “Human. I am a god. Our bond does not ‘break up’ like cell reception.”
Interesting that she knew what cell reception meant. I wondered how much she was actually privy to, sitting in the recesses of my mind for the past sixteen years or so. Judging by her response, a fair bit.
A knock at the bathroom door startled me.
