Explain that, Ronan said, voice gone dangerously quiet, the kind of quiet that promised violence held carefully in check by nothing more than sheer will.
Callum's smile was thin, bloodied, defiant despite the ropes and the swelling lip. Your brother didn't just find out about the curse, he said, looking at me now instead of Ronan. He found out what happens after the curse breaks. What happens to the bloodline once it's used up. Nobody's told you that part yet, have they. Because it's not pretty, and it doesn't exactly encourage cooperation.
My mouth had gone dry. What happens, I said, though some instinct screamed at me not to ask, not here, not from this man.
The bloodline isn't renewable, Callum said. It's not like giving blood at a hospital, replenishing over time. Once it's given fu
