“I wasn’t that big of a douchebag, okay?” he said and pulled me in for a hug.
“I missed you,” I said. “I really thought you were pissed off with me.”
“C’mon, you were fourteen years old. You didn’t even get the crow I sent that night?”
I shook my head. He’d sent me a crow that night? To say what?
He scowled.
“What is it?”
I could see him weighing whether to say the words on his chest. “You wonder…who may be behind this?”
I blinked. “No. Why? You think it’s someone, like, sabotaging us?”
“Elena.” He laughed morosely. “Crows are trained to deliver. Unless someone shot them down each and every time over the course of two long years.”
He had a point. “What are you saying, Blake?”
He didn’t answer, just sighed. Then he said it. “Your mother is a powerful woman.”
I tensed. “Why would
