There was no way I could go. “I can’t. It’s impossible—”
“Who says it has to be you?” Muraco pulled out an empty chair. His knees creaked as he settled down.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times. I’d been the one on the spot so many times these past few weeks, I’d just assumed it would be me.
Which was totally egotistical. “No one.” I tilted my head. “Who then?” “Claudia De Santos. You were born of magic. I think the mages will like
you.”
She scooted away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor. “Me? No. I’m nothing special. I help others with their magic. That’s what I do. I enhance others.”
That was true. Back when I first met her, my bond with Dastien hadn’t been that strong. She’d helped me strengthen my own abilities so I could find him when he was in the vamp
