After the attack yesterday, Kinsley brought me over here to talk to Clove again. She said he had something new to talk to me about, but she seemed less than thrilled about it. But here we were. Kinsley being distant and Clove being, well, his excitable self.
“Back to the drawing board,” Clove said as he propped his arms on his centre table. His short brown hair was slicked back, and his amber eyes seemed less fiery than when I first met him. “The full moon will come soon enough.” We literally just missed it. “So, I can add that killing the wolf with sire blood frees one from the curse?” He looked at me with a smile.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Sire blood?” I asked before taking a seat across from him.
“The person who turned you. Who ‘sired’ you.”
“Oh. Yeah that makes sense.” I’d not heard that
