“How much do you know about Rosemary and her mate, Vertanen?” Dvartan questioned Eva. Eva looked between the three of them, and slowly shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
“Only what has been passed down through the generations… obviously there are many legends and rumors, and my family has always been a bit tight-lipped about it. Murdering your own family members isn’t exactly a story for a holiday dinner.”
“I imagine not.” Dvartan replied with a soft smile. “Tell me what you do know.”
“Okay… well, I know that Rosemary would be my great-great aunt, I think,” Eva paused, scrunching her brow as she counted generations with her finger. Castille couldn’t help smiling at how cute she looked, deep in thought. “I think that’s right… anyway… not important. I know that she was mated to a
