Page 106 of Claimed By Blood

Evie shrugs. “Other than the Night of Five Knives? Training, maybe?… I keep trying to recall…”

“Could her mother have cast a spell to make her forget? Is that a witch power?” Immy asks, peering at her sister like you would a science experiment.

Yeah, that’s not going to help anyone. At least it’s better than the pure jealousy that flashed across her face when Samuel told Evie about her heritage.

“Let me just consult my copy of witches for dummies,” Finn snarks as he steps out of the cockpit. “Or we could ring up our local coven…”

“Finn, cut it out.” Vane isn’t in the mood for our omega’s brand of defensive sarcasm, and I have to admit, I’m not either. “Helpful suggestions only.”

Evie shoves out of Draven’s arms and leaves without another word. I let out a sigh.

“Guys, she needed reassurance, not more fighting.”

Finn groans, collapsing into a chair beside Vane, and leaning against my brother. “Sorry, Gideon’s doing my head in.”

Vane cracks his knuckles. “Is he pressuring you?”

We’ve all heard about the ‘break’ the two of them have agreed on, and—while I’ll admit, I understand why Finn has done it—I don’t think it’s going to end well.

“Nothing like that,” Finn says, eyes fluttering closed. “He’s trying to be considerate…”

I snort, rising from my crouched position and moving to sit on his other side. “You wanted a break, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Finn admits.

“That’s relatable,” Immy mutters, then yawns. “I’m going to head after Evie and see if she’s okay, then I’m going to sleep.”

EVELYN

Whatever Silas did to the bed before, it’s perfectly made when I retreat to the small cabin at the back of the jet. Still, I give it a wary prod before I sit on it.

This plane is smaller than the one we took across the Atlantic. Still comfortable and obviously designed with luxury in mind, but there are only two private sleeping areas. So my stint of isolation won’t last long.

Still, I need alone time.

Nothing has seemed real since Samuel dropped the witch bombshell on me. I’ve been trapped in my head, trying to remember something—anything—that might disprove his story.

Yet I can’t remember anything before that night. For so long, I’ve prided myself on that. Cain used to tell us that our lives began when we got our hands on those blades.

I pull mine out from its sheath and stare at it. The silver edge has nicks and scratches, but it still gleams like it did back then. Parts of the pattern along the hilt have worn smooth over time, but I can still remember how it looked.

“It’s a waste of time,” Immy mumbles, slipping into the room and closing the door. “I don’t remember anything from that day… Cain forbade us from speaking about our lives before, remember? He whipped Morwen when she dared to speak her mother’s name.”

“At least Morwen remembered it…” I hiss. “I don’t want this, Immy. Of all the things Samuel could’ve said, I thought we’d have a weapon. A spring of holy water, an ancient white oak, orsomething. This is so useless, he may as well have told us nothing.”

“Well, I’m sorry that the great Evelyn just became even more special. I really am.” Bitterness drips from her words. “But you should really be used to it by now. You were always the chosen one. What’s changed?”

I blink at her, confused. “You think Iwantedthis?”

“I know you didn’t,” she counters. “But you got it just the same, didn’t you? Now all you have to do to save the world is learn whatever magic spell will kill our sire, and poof, everyone will love you again, just like they always have.”

“Immy.” I don’t know what to say. “I… do you want this? Because I’d give it to you if I could!”

She scoffs and paces away from me. “That’s the worst part. You’ve never had to try for anything. I’ve scraped and begged and suffered for centuries, and I’ll never match up to you. Even if you could give me whatever magic runs in your veins, it would never be enough.”

“Enough for who? Cain? Because you’ve always been enough for me,” I object. “You’re my sister—”

“A sister you’ve treated with nothing but suspicion ever since you returned,” she retorts.

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