she was trained properly she wouldn’t need twenty-twos to take down nasty human men.”
“She’s well aware of that, I assure you.” Jamison crossed his arms, nearly smiled. “Are you accusing my daughter of being involved in this?”
“Not at all. You see, when you and Saige call on me to clean up your fuck ups I get curious as to how you fouled your way into the mess in the first place.” Reveca narrowed her stare. “And any time Saige blames me for something it means she’s guilty as hell.”
“She blamed you for this?”
“Don’t act as if you two aren’t sharing Cliff Notes. She said my Rouges killed that man, a man you had issues with not long ago. Apparently, Saige thinks that I should believe one of my Rouges broke every bone in the man’s body, stopped his heart, then waited a few hours and put a twenty-two in his head. That’s overkill, Jamison, really.”
“It makes more sense for you to think that my daughter did that?”
“Well, I don’t know her so it’s easy for me to assume anything.” She pursed her lips before she spoke further. “I should introduce myself. Take her out for a drink. I’m sure she’d love to hear stories about her daddy dearest…I’m sure she’d like to know that from day one her father defended our coven as if it was his own. Went to war to protect it.” Reveca slowly adjusted the way her legs were crossed. “I’m sure she’d loved to hear of how her father watched a noble man fall for the same cause. Yes, I’d tell her how I was her age, young, in love, full of power…and used that power to save the very soul that understood me at my core. And her father gave one nod—one fucking nod—and that nod destroyed my love. That nod put me in prison, became a catalyst for who I am today.”
Reveca bit her lip, and waited for a response.
Jamison leaned forward, looked reverently up at Reveca. “You want to know what that nod was about?”
“No, I only asked a million times before because I was grasping for conversation starters.”
She could usually get Jamison to at least grin at her sarcasm. That amusement for her, that guilt he had for their past always helped her get what she wanted, what Saige would withhold.
His seriousness right now was twisting Reveca’s stomach.
“I surrendered.”
“Do what ?” Reveca said as she drew her brow together.
His gaze danced over her confused expression before he spoke. “You may have been engaged in your own power that dawn but you felt it in the air.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “You felt a supremacy that your people had only dared to write about . It brushed against you.”
“And …”
“It was hunting me. Or so I assumed. That power was stopping your magic from taking root . Too much energy in one area.”
Jamison leaned back in his chair. “Your power was blanketing that entire field. Lorecan had to subdue you in order for that supremacy to claim what it wanted.”
“And this all mighty power, one that is greater than our people knew , made a mistake and took the wrong boy? I don’t know how long you have been cooking up that bullshit excuse but you need to go back to the kitchen.”
“In the divine plan I do not believe it was a mistake.”
“Divine plan. The Rapture you and Saige admittedly believe in. The one Lorecan forced you to believe.”
“Lorecan didn’t force us to believe anything. You did.”
Reveca felt her entire body tense.
“That’s right. He was full of predications, full of prophecy. You were the first . You walked every step he said you would, right up until this very moment.” He focused his eyes on Reveca. “I know you don’t want to believe in this Rapture and that’s fine. I didn’t either. With all I knew, all that I had seen before I landed with your family, I still could not fathom the truth of it.” He hesitated. “From the moment I became a father I wanted nothing more than to deny its existence. I can’t, Reveca. Souls are falling into