“What is she?”
“She was a witch. Through the years, her power grew. Now it so closely rivals the gods’, she is a god.”
“Uh-oh, that doesn’t sound good.”
“It bloody isn’t.”
“But you said the gods pick the soulmates.”
“No, I said the she-god picks the soulmates. Unfortunately, the benevolent ones have been forced to let her into their ranks. We pray to our gods, we fear Minerva.”
Crap.
Then it dawned on me.
“And so Dash had planned it all. Rosa was to stay at her, I mean, our parents’ house and he was –”
Noctorno nodded his head. “You live miles away in the opposite direction to your parents, the church and my father’s castle. We stayed the night miles beyond that. Rosa wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near there. We were dropping in mostly as a joke. Dash wanted to tease you, guessing you’d sleep in. I knew, however, that you would sleep in so, since you were on our way, we stopped by to drag you out of bed.”
My eyes drifted over his shoulder and I asked mostly myself, “I wonder how she got there.”
Since I asked mostly myself, I was guessing this was why he didn’t answer.
Then my eyes went back to his. “If this was happening for millennia, why didn’t Rosa know about it?”
His head tilted to the side and he examined me. He did this closely, intensely. He was a pretty intense guy but this was even more intense. It was like he was doing it for the first time, or, perhaps, seeing something he hadn’t seen before that fascinated him.
Then he said softly, “There are delicate souls, some so delicate, you know, even a child just born, how delicate they are. Rosa is one of those souls. Her parents, and even you, throughout her life protected her from unpleasantness that she couldn’t handle. She doesn’t only not know the curse exists, she doesn’t even know Minerva exists.”
I thought of tra la laling Rosa and I could see this girl had a delicate soul.
“I met her briefly,” I informed him. “I can see this.”
“It’s hard to miss,” he muttered.
Then something struck me. Something bad. Really bad. And my heart lurched as my body went solid when it filtered through me.
“Oh my God, Tor,” I whispered, my free hand lifting to curl around his neck. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“Sweets, what?”
“Rosa’s delicate and Minerva has her.”
His jaw got hard. “Yes.”
“Oh my God!” I yelled and bucked, trying to push him off.
“Cora –”
I stilled and looked up at him. “We have to go get her!”
His brows drew together. “Pardon?”
“What are we doing?” I cried desperately then blathered on. “Why were we holed up in a cave? Here? We have to find her! We have to rescue her!”