Chapter 2

Cornelius looked down at the map he’d started to work on, the sound of footsteps a sign he was to be interrupted once more. At least it was Leonora. She’d be an easier problem to deal with, unless she was there on Anne’s behalf, and then… he sighed. Anne cared. It kept coming back to that. She wanted him to be safe.


Love was complicated, something Leonora knew from experience, and if things were different she may have chosen to see where things would go with Emory, but they weren’t. Her vows were to Samuel. Neither of them expected to fall in love, so they’d accepted the respect they had for each other as enough. Only Cornelius didn’t respect Natalie.


It was easier, for a moment, not to look at Leonora. To work through the fact there was a chance she might be right. Finding the birthplace of magic might kill both of them, if Titus had been honest about the experience someone would have done there, and Julian believed he was. Although Titus lied a lot about most things the birthplace of magic was something else entirely.

Leonora didn’t break the silence, as Cornelius looked to the other side, the weight of his choice heavy on his shoulders. Anne would never be free if he didn’t try, or at least Julian didn’t believe she would be. Titus was waiting for Dante to use the soulmate bond for the last ritual, leaving the two siblings bound together, for Anne’s protection.















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