“It won’t make her love you any less,” Lycus says consolingly. Their words confuse me, and I try to process what he means. I desperately want to ask, yet my tongue feels thick in my mouth. I glance at Darius, who has an indecipherable expression. Worry etches through his handsome face, a crease forming between his dark demonic eyes as I stare up at him questionably.
Darius licks his lip, and his eyes go to mine and soften slightly. “There is a reason they are called keepers. They are keepers of more than magic, Aleera. You get their magic, but you also get all their secrets, even the ones we haven’t told each other,” Darius murmurs, the last part as if he had just remembered. Was that what Kalen was worried about? I know that already, so why is he so scared of me learning about his past?
