"First, whenever you're ready, I can take your blood," Eloise explained softly, her striking, ageless eyes locked onto mine. "We need to trace the specific markers of your lineage to see exactly which coven your mother belonged to, and how the suppression spell was woven into your life force."
She offered a small, apologetic grimace, her ethereal beauty tinged with a brief shadow of frustration. "However, because the magic in your blood is so heavily intertwined with your Lycan mate-bond and your dormant wolf, the reading will be complex. It may take longer than I would like for a result to come back."
I nodded, unfastening the heavy leather cuff from my forearm and rolling up my sleeve to expose the pale skin of my inner arm. I took a steadying breath, looking directly into Eloise's age
