When I woke up, I could tell that Caspian was already awake. He still lay pressed against me, but something in the air told me he was thinking.
I turned my head and sure enough, in the light from the other room, I could see his eyes were open and staring at the ceiling.
“You don’t have a tattoo.”
There was a flicker of a smile. “No.”
“So you don’t belong to a coven?” I gave in to the urge to touch his hair, but not the one to tug his mouth to mine.
“Technically, I’m a member of all covens.”
I thought about that a moment. “Because you’re royal blood?”
“No.” He smiled again. “Vampire hierarchy is connected to lineage. For witches, it’s more complicated than that.”
Like everything.
“I’m told I was born into the Erjon coven.” He rolled over so he could look at me. “And just before I t
