20

~Meara

Sire comes down the stairs, looking tense.

"Where are we going?" I question, glancing down at the note that miraculously appeared on the dresser this morning.

We returned to his manor yesterday. He was so exhausted he went to bed almost immediately, leaving me to spend most of the nights with my thoughts.

I'm not sure what to feel about Sire and the mate bond yet.

"I don't feel right. I need more magic," he muses, shuddering as if he can feel the physical sensation of it's absence.

"You're the most powerful person in this realm, how could you need more power?" I wonder. Furthermore, where could such power come from?

Sire rubs his wary eyes, still not entirely recovered.

"There sheer number of witches Carran has employed is not something I can face alone. I need more magic so I am not vulnerable to another attack," he tells me.

I rub my arms. I suppose that is a fair reason, and doesn't mean he is going to use that power in an attack against Carran. But it still makes me nervous