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She raised her head up looking at him in surprise.
He nodded; he lifted a hand but hesitated. She spotted this, and reached up and grabbed his hand before he pulled it back. “No, it’s not. I should have believed in you; I shouldn’t have abandoned you like everyone else did.”
Her face was screwed up with a look of despair. Castian covered her hand with his free one and smiled. Noting the tears that now slipped from her eyes, “Thank you, for growing up so well despite everything.”
He was jolted when she threw herself at him, surprised he was frozen.
“I missed you, big brother,” she whispered, her face pressed against his chest.
He felt his tension diminish, and he lowered his arms and pulled her in. “I missed you too.”
After their emotional reunion he learned that Grace had left the house when their parents died to live with the branch family in London. There she’d met another warlock and got married once she’d graduated university. She wasn’t alone, and was eager for him to meet her husband and daughter.
Castian felt weird knowing that he had a family once more. As he watched her leave, he wondered at the warm feeling filling his chest.
“So, would you like to explain your hex on me,” a familiar person spoke up behind him.
Tiller’s expression held little amusement, as he approached Castian in his council robes. His eyes narrowed as he joined Castian in watching his little sister walk away. “I did it for survival.”
“Ah.” The Fox’s tail twitched, his golden eyes darkening. “Right, because I wouldn’t have sympathized with youwithmy memories completely intact.” He flashed his teeth.
Castian snorted, “You would have sooner used me as bait for some nefarious plot of yours. It’s much better to be, ‘Castian the Mad Warlock, than Lance the Shame of the Napier family.”
Tiller turned to face him. “Asher has been captured, and is currently being questioned. I thought a vassal of a Warlock family, such as the Renson’s: would hold his tongue for a much longer time.”
“Ah, I supposed we are done with my talk then,” Castian said, turning to face Tiller.
“Well, as long as you pay me back by continuing, you work with me, then there is nothing left to talk about,” Tiller drawled.
“I’m confused, isn’t my being proved innocent the end of my contract with you?”
The wily fox laughed, shaking his head. “Not in the least. That contract is the reason you could prove your innocence, so—my dear Lance you are still mine.” His voice held bite, he turned and made his way down the hallway. “Be sure to check in with Raijin before you move out of the barracks.”
Castian frowned. “Why do I have to move out?”
Tiller paused, and glanced over his shoulder. “Were you not intending to have that witch move in with you?” He shrugged, facing forward once more. “Then never mind then.”
Castian glared after the fox, the damn man always seemed to know everything. Even with the Castian having taken the man’s memories. He was sure Tiller had already calculated what had happened to him.
Clicking his tongue, he left making his way to the Jackals headquarters.
* * *
“Are you happy?”
Instead of being interested in the mission, Raijin seemed to be more interested in his feelings. And Castian still didn’t feel comfortable exposing himself to him.
“Somewhat.”
“Hmm,” Raijin said, looking at his fiancé who was currently laughing at something Alek said. “Maybe, once your identity is settled you can also solve that problem.”
Castian stared at Raijins side profile and seeing the contentment there he turned away. “Yeah, I will.”
“Good.” Raijin glanced back at him, his expression irritated. “Sabina is spending more time there, talking to them about Oye’s lackluster aura; than spending time with me," he said, side-eyeing Castian. “Don’t you think it’s about time you made peace with that.
Which is why he was on his way to capturing his wild witch.
She’d disappeared on him and had been evading him since that conversation with Raijin a week ago. Once he got his hands on her, he’d teach her a lesson. He grinned; a delicious one for both he and she.
