of Na Cúnant Dorcha it means…”
Ronan butted in, his voice grim. “The Dark Covenant, it means The Dark Covenant.”
Charmaine looked at him, her eyes wide. “Yes, that’s exactly what it means and Quintas is their leader. He has a plan and it’s beyond scary what he wants to do.”
Ronan watched as she took a mouthful of water before continuing. “He wants to end the human dominance of the world. He says that Witches should be the governing body everywhere, that humans should only be available to serve him and his people. As for Vampires and Wolves, well, he wants to destroy them.”
Sam’s hand tightened on Charmaine’s and she gave a little yelp before he loosened his hold. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but fuck! Who is this guy? Just how does he plan on killing Vamps and Shifters?”
Starr answered. “Dragon blood. He’s gonna use it to wield dark magic and that will most definitely kill Vampires and Wolves. I’m right aren’t I?” she asked Charmaine.
“Yes, he’s been stockpiling it for years. Long before the last Dragon and I’m so sorry about your loss. I did my best, especially the last few months. I knew he was weak and would try and pretend I’d taken blood when I hadn’t but he always knew and I’d be punished.”
Charmaine’s face was white as a sheet as she stared at the table in front, not meeting their eyes. Ronan frowned. “What form of punishment?”
Sam growled, low, deep in his throat as Ronan met his gaze. “It’s a valid question, Sam. We need all the intel we can get on this man so we can assess and formulate a plan.”
Charmaine glanced at Sam, her cheeks burning red before she looked down again. “I’d rather not say, not here anyway. Please, don’t make me talk about that here.”
Starr reached over, her hand grasping the one that held the water bottle. “It’s okay, why don’t you tell us what you want to just now and the rest? Well, that can wait ‘til we’re home and in more private surroundings. Okay?”
Ronan was about to argue but Starr dug him in the ribs, her eyes wide as if he should know what she was meaning. Just like that, it came to him and he almost blushed himself for pushing the girl. “Cac! I’m an idiot!” he thought as he saw the grateful look Charmaine gave to Starr.
“Yes, can we do that?” Charmaine almost pleaded.
“Of course.” Starr replied quietly.
“Can you two turn away for a moment?” Charmaine asked, looking at Sam and Ronan.
Ronan frowned but did as she asked. He could hear her moving around, her clothing rustling before she said. “Okay, you can look now.”
Ronan turned as Charmaine held her hands just above the table, as if she were holding something they couldn’t see. She placed her hands on the table then spoke a few words and a very old, dark red, leather notebook appeared in front of them.
“A simple cloaking spell. Doesn’t take a lot of magic so I’ve managed to keep this hidden. It’s my Book of Spells but I’ve also managed to jot down notes on what I’ve heard.”
Ronan looked at the book, noting an intricate pattern on the front. One that he knew. “That’s Celtic. It’s similar to the trinity knot but tweaked a bit.”
Charmaine’s lips twitched, lifting slightly at each end. “Yes, it is. My grandmother is originally from Ireland and she designed this for me. She gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday, although the cover is far older. She used it on her very first spells book and added the Celtic adornment just for me ‘cause I love anything like that.”
Starr reached over, running her hand over the soft leather. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is. I love it and managed to keep it hidden. I would’ve been devastated if I’d lost it. My grandmother and mother both put some basic spells in there for me to learn and I’ve been adding to it since I was sixteen.” Charmaine’s fingers traveled across the front, tracing the Celtic knot pattern on the
Ronan butted in, his voice grim. “The Dark Covenant, it means The Dark Covenant.”
Charmaine looked at him, her eyes wide. “Yes, that’s exactly what it means and Quintas is their leader. He has a plan and it’s beyond scary what he wants to do.”
Ronan watched as she took a mouthful of water before continuing. “He wants to end the human dominance of the world. He says that Witches should be the governing body everywhere, that humans should only be available to serve him and his people. As for Vampires and Wolves, well, he wants to destroy them.”
Sam’s hand tightened on Charmaine’s and she gave a little yelp before he loosened his hold. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but fuck! Who is this guy? Just how does he plan on killing Vamps and Shifters?”
Starr answered. “Dragon blood. He’s gonna use it to wield dark magic and that will most definitely kill Vampires and Wolves. I’m right aren’t I?” she asked Charmaine.
“Yes, he’s been stockpiling it for years. Long before the last Dragon and I’m so sorry about your loss. I did my best, especially the last few months. I knew he was weak and would try and pretend I’d taken blood when I hadn’t but he always knew and I’d be punished.”
Charmaine’s face was white as a sheet as she stared at the table in front, not meeting their eyes. Ronan frowned. “What form of punishment?”
Sam growled, low, deep in his throat as Ronan met his gaze. “It’s a valid question, Sam. We need all the intel we can get on this man so we can assess and formulate a plan.”
Charmaine glanced at Sam, her cheeks burning red before she looked down again. “I’d rather not say, not here anyway. Please, don’t make me talk about that here.”
Starr reached over, her hand grasping the one that held the water bottle. “It’s okay, why don’t you tell us what you want to just now and the rest? Well, that can wait ‘til we’re home and in more private surroundings. Okay?”
Ronan was about to argue but Starr dug him in the ribs, her eyes wide as if he should know what she was meaning. Just like that, it came to him and he almost blushed himself for pushing the girl. “Cac! I’m an idiot!” he thought as he saw the grateful look Charmaine gave to Starr.
“Yes, can we do that?” Charmaine almost pleaded.
“Of course.” Starr replied quietly.
“Can you two turn away for a moment?” Charmaine asked, looking at Sam and Ronan.
Ronan frowned but did as she asked. He could hear her moving around, her clothing rustling before she said. “Okay, you can look now.”
Ronan turned as Charmaine held her hands just above the table, as if she were holding something they couldn’t see. She placed her hands on the table then spoke a few words and a very old, dark red, leather notebook appeared in front of them.
“A simple cloaking spell. Doesn’t take a lot of magic so I’ve managed to keep this hidden. It’s my Book of Spells but I’ve also managed to jot down notes on what I’ve heard.”
Ronan looked at the book, noting an intricate pattern on the front. One that he knew. “That’s Celtic. It’s similar to the trinity knot but tweaked a bit.”
Charmaine’s lips twitched, lifting slightly at each end. “Yes, it is. My grandmother is originally from Ireland and she designed this for me. She gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday, although the cover is far older. She used it on her very first spells book and added the Celtic adornment just for me ‘cause I love anything like that.”
Starr reached over, running her hand over the soft leather. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is. I love it and managed to keep it hidden. I would’ve been devastated if I’d lost it. My grandmother and mother both put some basic spells in there for me to learn and I’ve been adding to it since I was sixteen.” Charmaine’s fingers traveled across the front, tracing the Celtic knot pattern on the
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