LUCIEN
“Don’t move,” I told him, already walking toward the door. "Until we know what this is."
“Lucien—” she began to argue, but I was already gone.
"I'm Morgana," she answered, her voice ringing out clearly even with the guns trained on her. "I mean no harm. I've come to see the four of you about that prophecy.”
“We are three,” Kael said, cautiously. "The fourth is dead."
“Dead but to an absent soul,” corrected Morgana, her eyes darkening as she looked at something no one else could. "His bond remains, adding strength to your mate even in death. That’s four either way.''
"How did you find us?" I asked, watching her for signs of deception. “This was a secure site.”
"I'm a witch of the Old Ways," Morgana replied, a little amused. “I've been tracing the fulfillment of this prophecy f
