Page 256 of Shifting Hearts 1
Matt’s face was frozen, dumbfounded. She had never apologized before, not once. Not tonight. Not ever.
What did it mean? Perhaps her cup was finally cracking. Perhaps the pieces were about to fall.
Thinkingthat the end was near was stupid.
When she finally got home, it was as if their love rekindled and it was watching them night after night fucking each other again. I had no more respect for her and probably would kill her with the knowledge that I had gain this time from the lock pass.
Sex was lying heavy in Cassandra’s chambers. I hated that smell.
I missed the cinnamon and apple. To think she did all of it once to me. Put me under a deeper spell she ever did Morgan.
I wished I could turn around and walk away from it all, but I couldn’t. So all I could do was sit against the wall and listen, trying to block it out.
“Blaze,” Cass urged her. “What do you want to ask me?”
“Tell me about him.” My gaze flicked to them lying on the bed facing one another.
“Who?”
“The guy who almost destroyed you.”
I huffed. Adrienne would never tell her a thing about me. She sat up straight with her back to Morgan.
Did she really love me that much, why the spell then. Why not discover if I did love her back, why the tricking.
Morgan had enough, I could see it in her face. She was about to say something when Adrienne opened her mouth.
“I thought we’d be together forever.”
I squinted at her. Was she really going to finally tell her the truth? I sighed.
“He was my everything.” She hugged her knees to her chest and fiddled with the edge of the sheet draped across her body.
“We were so happy. He wasn’t like me. I was still a witch, and he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.”
My curse.
She smiled wistfully. “He and his sister joined my coven. We were a ragtag group of supernaturals. But I knew if we stuck together, the Great War could be avoided. We could live in harmony. I saw it.”
“It was a lie. It’s your damn ability,” I yelled.
Morgan grabbed her hand as she kept talking about me. About that time.
“The first few years were magic. I felt as if I could fly. But I could never be what he was. I didn’t have the gift.”
“The gift?” She asked.
“Of sight. A woman needs to have the gift of sight. Otherwise they can’t make the change.”
“What change?”
“They get it from the wolves, you see.”
“His name was Jericho. He was my first real love. I didn’t think I would love another until you came along.” She smiled faintly, for the briefest of moments.
“Cass, tell me. Please.”
“He was a Varcolac. He was half-and-half, half-vampire and half-werewolf. He showed me everyone could live in harmony.”
