Belinda paced around in her cottage, her fingers brushing over a worn-out book of ancient spells. Her brows furrowed as she muttered under her breath, frustration was evident on her face.
“This is really a handful,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “He’s mated with her already. Their bond is sealed… it’s going to be so difficult to break.”
Martina, seated on a stool with a glass of wine in her hand, gave her sister a side glance. “Then why didn’t you tell them something went wrong during the ritual?”
“Oh sister,” Belinda sighed, setting the book down gently. “You know I couldn’t do that. If I had, how would we watch the Patricks and Moores crumble? That dirty blood has done the impossible… she’s awakened Rowena.” Her voice trembled with anger. “She’s going to grow even more power
