Gideon
I ripped the photograph out of the frame and tucked it into my shirt. I wanted to run back to the castle, find my mistress, and demand to know why she was in a photograph with a vampire. Was she a vampire, too? Had she helped me in order to win herself a better place from which to spy on us all? Or was she an assassin?
No, that made no sense. An assassin would not have bothered to help me. And Nora had been alone with me several times. If she was an assassin, she could have attacked then.
No, it was more likely my “fated mate” was a spy. I had to admit that was a bold claim. I wondered how she planned to convince me we were truly mates.
I wanted to find Nora and demand answers. First, though, I had to get back to Jasper and help coordinate the testing. If Nora was a vampire, s
