“I was in a foul mood because I was concerned because we were losing,” he semi-repeated.
“Losing what?”
“Against the vickrants.”
This was confusing.
“We were?”
“Yes, love.”
“But I thought we were kicking ass,” I told him and his mouth twitched again.
Then he informed me, “We were but if that village was a mile further away, they would have overwhelmed us. What we fought was only the first wave. The second wave was coming, I heard it, Salem heard it; they were close. If they made it to us, they were triple in number, they would have overwhelmed us and you would be gone.”
I felt my eyes grow wide as my mouth formed the whispered words, “Holy crap.”
“I’m not certain what that means but the way you say it makes me think it says it all.”
“It does,” I whispered.
He held my eyes.
“The second wave was triple what we were fighting?” I asked.
“Minerva’s hungry,” he answered.
Oh dear.
“She needs both the sisters to complete the curse over the land,” he continued.
Oh. Fucking. Dear!
“She’s waited millennia to do it,” he explained.
Now it was oh shit.
“It’s been centuries upon centuries that the vow has gone unbroken,” he carried on.
Ohshitohshit.
“That would be, I’m guessing, the vow that the soulmates wouldn’t see each other prior to the wedding festivities,” I guessed.
“That would be the vow,” he confirmed.
“Oh shit!”
That time, I said it out loud.
His fingers squeezed mine. “She creates the soulmates, love.”
I blinked again. “What?”
“Playing. Torture. She does it only so she can tear them apart. She’s evil. Pure through to her core. She creates them then plays with them, trying to trick them, showing them the promise of joy beyond measure in the hopes to rip it away.”
“My God, that’s… that’s…” I shook my head, “I don’t even know what that is.”
“That’s Minerva.”