Page 74 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
She shakes her head. “Typically, the curse can only be lifted by the one who placed it, but Charlotte and I had help. A woman, she could see your future beyond generations. But only snippets. Like a puzzle piece.”
“This sounds insane, you know that right?” I scoff.
“I know, but it’s true. Charlotte went to her for answers on how the curse would affect you long term, and that’s when she saw it. She saw that your mate would be from her blood line. No name. No specifics, just that she would be born with the mark of the raven.”
Her birthmark.
“She would be special.” My mother’s eyes mist over. “Like I told you that night.”
“Charlotte agreed to do the curse, with the contingent that it can only be altered by someone from her own blood line, and when she placed the curse, I gave her my word. If she ever needed help, no matter the situation, I would come running. No questions.”
“Did she ever cash in?” I ask.
“She did.” My mother nods. “Twenty-nine years later.”
I frown. That’s a long time. “What happened?”
“Her daughter was in trouble. Hooked up with the wrong guy and her child was in danger.”
“Child?”
“Maryland. 2003. You remember the call you got about making a delivery exchange with the couple on Newson Bridge?”
I froze, my brain short circuiting as I remember that call. The one my team received about relocating an infant out of the home of a dangerous man. He was supernatural, and a danger to the child.One of us.
I remember holding the tiny infant in my arms. Two months old. A girl. Big blue eyes.
“I remember.” I swallow thickly.
“You protected her. Even then.” Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Sullivan, that baby girl…. was Raven.”
Liker her name summoned the call, my phone buzzes inside of my pocket, but it wasn’t Raven’s name on my screen, it was Callum’s, and my fucking heart sank.
Chapter fifty-two
Raven
“You four.” Hendrix points at us in a line with his finger. “Are killing me!”
I roll my eyes as Frankie chuckles. Autumn stumbles through a half ass apology, while Presley begins drunkenly defending us. It’s a lot of chatter, but what should we say about the man currently tied to a chair in the middle of Locke’s basement?
“How can you manage to set a car on fire and kidnap a grown ass man in the matter of seconds?” He questions.
It’s a witch thing.
“Is that rhetorical or do you want specifics?” I tilt my head.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “He’s going to kill us.”
Heas in Locke I presume.
“He’s on the way.” Callum’s voice comes from the doorway. “And in case you were wondering. The fire department was able to extinguish the fire on her car.”
“Bummer,” I mumble.
Callum glowers before he takes a seat on the stool by the computer monitors. He’s handsome in a broody kind of way. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile. His demeanor is never less than serious, and he’s always put together. You can tell he served. His hair is the perfect length. Not too long, not too short with a hint of grey at his temples.
“You tattled?” Frankie sneers. “Seriously?”
