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“I’ve seen a lot over the last two years, enough to know that as much as the Brethren lie to us, there is an equal amount of truth to our practices, to our protection. They are very much out there, active and waiting.”

My mind is reeling as I do my best to comprehend all of this.

“I don’t understand. Is that who my stalker is? One of them?”

“We suspect,” Ronan says.

“Why me? What did I do?”

“You’re important to the Brethren, which means you’re a perfect target. No better day than to form a union of strength, than on one of their most sacred days. They believe the veilbetween this world and the spirit world is lowered on that day, giving them more strength and connection to cause more damage and chaos.”

“I still don’t get it. It’s not like Asher and I getting married is all of a sudden going to make us untouchable. What’s the point?”

Liam winces as he shakes his head from side to side.

“That’s where the practices and beliefs get…muddled. As a part of the newest generation, I agree with you. Though the older generation, like Asher’s father and yours….”

“They believe it is a key element to maintaining our lineage and power,” Ronan fills in.

“But that’s fucking crazy.”

Vincent nods. “We didn’t claim them to be sane, Siren.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Do I just marry Asher and hope for the best? Hope this cult or coven or whatever doesn’t come for me? What about after we’re married? Will they lose interest?”

“Not likely,” Vincent says.

A sinking feeling settles in my stomach as I nod.

“So, do I just live my life always on edge until one day they do catch up and kill me?”

“That will not happen,” Vincent says vehemently, while Liam and Ronan mimic the same sentiments.

“We will protect you, Skyla, trust that. Things are…shifting and for now, we all have to play our part in this song and dance. I just…I thought I had more time,” he says with a shake of his head.

Yeah, well it sounds like if these crazy witches, or at least descendants of witches, get a hold of me, my time is literally up, so same here.

Chapter Thirty Seven

Asher

Iglance down at my phone to see we are ten minutes late for our first class. I don’t know about her, but I don’t want my dad getting told shit about my attendance, so she better hurry the fuck up.

Her door swings open and I kick off the wall across the hall, stopping in my tracks as I watch Liam step out of the room with her. His arm is wrapped around her shoulder, and she is tucked into his side as they smile at each other like the other hung the fucking moon. My lip curls up at them as I sneer.

“You’re off Princess Patrol. Now stop touching her in public, before someone sees.”

Liam shrugs his shoulder off her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before turning to face her.

“See you soon, babygirl,” he says, leaning forward and brushing a kiss to her cheek that has me looking over my shoulder to make sure no one can see.

When he pulls away, he levels me with a heated look but doesn’t say anything before shaking his head and walking off.

“Give me one second,” Skyla says as she steps back into her room, grabbing her laptop and her purse.

“So, are you seriously seeing them all?” I ask, as my eyes trace the room.

“Yes,” she answers hesitantly.

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