My grandparents were in high sprits, but ready for us to join them in France should the danger draw too close. It was likely we would end up there. We—“Venna?” I stood, feeling a tug at my chest, almost like an invisible string pulled at my heart.I l phased, following the pull instinctively, and appeared in the backyard. I looked down to find Venna at my feet, lazing back in the grass. “You called?”She smiled. “I was just thinking about you. Not actually calling.”“We need to work on our communication skills.” I held out my hand and pulled her up, brushing the blades of grass out of her hair.She held my hand as we walked back toward the house. “So, I heard Flora talking about Davy’s wife…er, mate.”“Yes.”“She said Marianna was a vampire. How does that work exactly?”“What do you mean?”“Well, do all magical beings bind?”“Ah, yes. Not in the same way. Vampires and werewolves base it on sense and smell.”“So Mari likes how Davy smells…how is that the deciding factor?
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