“What about Jase Carmichael?” I whispered.
“He’s alive, as you already know, having learned. And he’s Ravenrock’s lover, as you have also figured out. But he’s dangerous, Sawyer. And he’s returned to Bitter from his distant travels, ready to stir up some harm in our shared coven.”
“How so? Tell me. I don’t think I understand what you’re saying.”
He pulled me to the sofa inside the living room and we sat, facing each other. He collected my hands within his own and said, “Let me start at the beginning, if you will.’
“Of course.”
“Very well. As you’re aware of, Jase is just a few years younger than me. We both grew up in the Mali coven as boys. He, too, is a warlock. The Carmichaels are not of royalty within the coven, though, unlike my family. It’s not possible for him be a Chancellor o
