Page 7 of Savage Sacrifice
She’s talking about Polaris.
Polaris had a memory of this man?
My jaw ticks as I take him in. He tilts his face ever so slightly in Bryony’s direction and a flash of a vision plays in my mind.
The last assembly for blood kins, when I was hurrying Polaris from the room, she pointed up at the balcony, up at him, and asked me who he was. I didn’t think to ask why. I’m quite certain I simply snarled at her because I was too busy trying to keep her safe.
Fuck.
If she had a memory of him, through the Florentine induced-fog, then Bryony is right, he must have been important somehow.
My interest is piqued, but I don’t have time to pander to him.
Stepping around Bryony, I grab him by his collar, yanking him away from the wall only to slam his back against it. His glasses almost fall from his face, but he doesn’t care. Defeat flashes in his eyes. His chin finds his chest, but I can feel the tension coiling through him.
“Do you know Polaris?” I snap, and his gaze instantly lifts to mine.
His jaw falls slack and his pupils dilate. “Y-you kn-kn-know her?”
I snarl, clenching my fist tighter around his collar as I crowd his space. “You better start talking. Now.”
“Blaze,” Minnie calls out, but I don’t turn away from the man who knows something about my devoted, something I’m not yet privy to, and I don’t like it.
“Let go of my husband!”
I don’t get a chance to see who the screech comes from before I’m launched through the air with a storming blast of magic. I grunt as my back hits the wall, but quickly scramble to my feet to find a woman rushing toward her apparent husband.
She engulfs him in her arms, a sob parting her lips as she checks him over. She pats him down, but she looks just as disheveled as he does.
I don’t move, I can’t. None of us can.
Not when her hair holds all of our attention.
It’s silver.
Just like Polaris’s.
My throat grows thick as I run my tongue over my lip, desperate to assess the situation and take action, but I’m dumbfounded, watching them.
“Idris, I remember,” the woman cries. Her back is to me, but I know there are tears, and instead of tending to them, she runs her thumb over her husband's cheek in comfort.
“Me too, Suzanna. Me too.”
They rest their foreheads together, and I glance at the wolves, only to find them intently watching the pair.
It’s Bryony, who still stands beside them, that finds her voice first. “Wait, what’s going on? Do you know Polaris?”
They freeze for a moment before the woman stands tall, turning to face the questioning witch beside them. My feet carry me toward her until I’m shoulder to shoulder with Bryony, standing in solidarity on behalf of Polaris.
I cock a brow in question, just as eager to know the answer, but one never comes as the woman snaps her fingers and they both disappear.
“What the hell was that?” Minnie murmurs, disbelief thick in her tone, and I turn to face them.
She’s no longer under Lincoln’s arm as she moves toward us, but he’s rooted in place, his face pale.
“I don’t know, but it means something. It has to,” Bryony explains, and Minnie rubs her lips together with uncertainty.
“Could they have been… her parents?” she dares to ask, and I shrug, but it’s Asher who answers.
