Chapter One
Callum
Two hours after the binding
CALLUM STOOD OUTSIDE THE EMPTY PALMER HOUSE.
Despite the daylight, the Hunter’s Moon lingered in the sky above, faded as a myth.
It was a sweet little abode, he supposed, as his eyes trailed over the human facade. But then, it was so like Freya to hide in plain sight. Not that Dylan and his sisters could do much to suppress their true essence. They were too striking, despite everything they did to counteract it.
The hint of a smile quirked on Callum’s mouth.
With a deft hand, he pulled out his phone and dialled a number he hadn’t called in a long time.
Having expected it to go to voicemail like usual, a flicker of surprise made his eyebrows rise as the recipient answered, but said nothing.
‘You’ll be pleased to know he’s ready,’ Callum drawled, glancing down the street to where Westmoore House was situated beside the dunes, obscured at this angle by other beach houses.
To think, so much had been hidden in this unassuming town, questions he’d been waiting millennia to answer.
There was a long pause.
Then, ‘How can you be sure?’
Callum looked down to his left forearm where the oath’s scar sat beneath his sleeve. A silvered moon. He felt it then: the sheer satisfaction, the sense of a reckoning. How long had he waited for this?
Too long.
And it was fucking delicious.
He laughed and his power throbbed in response. ‘Just trust me.’
Callum hung up and skimmed his gaze over the house, wondering which room had been Dylan’s; remembering the little note he’d slipped inside the Empyreal’s pocket as Dylan had stalked away from Lanhydrock’s woods like he could get away from his sister’s binding.
From Callum. From the fate that tied them together.
Callum sighed, throwing a look up at the stars he knew to be watching.
It’d all come out soon enough.
Kyan would be pissed, but what was new?
And Dylan, well. There weren’t many people who shuttered out Callum’s charms quite so stubbornly. He’d have a lot of fun wearing Dylan down; learning him. Properly this time.
Until then, he had a few more things to put in order.
Callum sank into his silver sports car and it purred awake with a shudder. As he glided from the town and onto winding coastal roads, a satisfied grin graced his full lips.
What was this long, long life without a few surprises anyway?