Lisa sits beside me on the couch, cradling a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
"I should have killed her sooner. When I first met her, I knew something was weird about her."
"You couldn’t have known she would do something like this." The couch cushion dips as Lucas settles beside me. "Taking on the responsibility of her choices will just lead you down a road of madness. Don’t blame yourself for this. None of us expected them to show up again."
It’s a terrible oversight on all our parts, but it’s been months, and the world has changed. While we still knew danger was out there, none of us actually expected the Mad Prince to show up again. At least, not like this.
Furious with myself for being so complacent, I mutter, "I should have kept better tabs on Dakota Sanctuary. Crazy vampires don’t stop being crazy because the world ends."
Lucas’ words brook no argument. "We had to focus on surviving. We barely had enough wolves to defend ourselves, let alone spy on other territories."
"But—"
"No." His fingers brush my chin, turning my face toward his. "You did what you had to do. We all did. I kept security on the both of you in case anything happened, but I too bear this blame. Neither of you need to take this responsibility on. Do you understand?"
His eyes flick to Lisa, too. And Kellan, standing in the corner with deceptive calm, despite radiating frustration and fury. I may not be able to sense the pack bond, but I can definitely feel that.
Lucas shifts, his expression hardening as he thinks. "Did this Marisol say anything before..."
"Before I burned her alive?" Lisa’s laugh holds no humor. "No. She just asked if I missed her."
My fingers curl over the edge of the cushion I’m sitting on. "It can’t be coincidence she was there. The Mad Prince must have sent her there. We have to assume our location has been compromised."
Lucas and Kellan grunt in unison, a sound of pure male aggression that would be funny in any other situation.
"How much will he know now that his thrall is dead?" Lucas’ jaw ticks as he speaks.
A flash of silver light announces Grimoire’s arrival. He takes his child form, all gangly limbs and messy red hair. "That depends on their connection. If Marisol was sharing her senses with her maker, he would know everything she saw and heard in her final moments."
My stomach drops. "And if she wasn’t?"
"Then he’ll only know the general direction where his thrall perished."
"He’ll be suspicious of her death happening around here. If he didn’t know we were here before, he knows now."
Kellan’s voice comes out tight as he finally speaks. "He has no way to know it was a wolf pack."
"Who else would take down a vampire thrall?" I arch an eyebrow at him. "Humans?"
The silence that follows gives his answer; we all know humans likely wouldn’t stand a chance against a vampire thrall.
Grimoire shakes his head, red hair falling into his silver eyes. "Without more information, it’s impossible to determine if he’s involved. It’s always possible, but I don’t know." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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