I try to process Jeremy’s story.
My body itches with the need to shift and call my wings, fly into the place where I can find Cleis and make him pay. If he has been after my mom’s bloodline then he has to be the one who killed my parents. A single tear escapes my eye and I wipe it with the back of my hand quickly, my eyes refocusing on Jeremy’s unreadable stare.
“I don’t remember any of that, I don’t remember meeting Noah.” I move in my seat, ready to leave. But I can’t, I need more information.
“How could you? You were too young. And that’s the last time we saw you.” His eyes travel beyond me, lost in the past.
“What happened?” I urge, tapping my fingers on the table.
“Somehow, he found us. He knew what your mother and father were up to. The bastard is smart. We had agreed to meet
