Brandon's POV
"How soon will the plan be set in motion?" I asked Ana as she watched me finish my sixth feeding of the day.
"Soon, my love," she said. "I just need to make sure that bloody witch doesn't find us before we're ready to be found."
I was always hungry now. The last time that witch had found us, she had caught me mid-feed. I hadn't seen her — but I had felt her presence, and something in that presence had stirred a memory in me. A woman. Ebony skin, wild black hair, light green eyes. Harmon. Or something like that. I couldn't hold the name clearly. Part of me felt like I should know her — like the shape of her mattered — but the larger part said to let it go.
If she was important to me, she would have found me by now. Ana had saved my life. I owed Ana everything. The past was
