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Chuckling, I put the phone back into my pocket and stood.
“So, we’re heading into the station?” Leo left the kitchen with two bottled waters and a small brown paper sack. “I figured that was what they were calling about. I overheard a little of yourconversation. I made a small snack bag for the road. Did you call the guards?”
“Not yet.” I pulled my mate in for a quick kiss. “I’ll do that now. Thanks for packing up some snacks and water. You really are the best mate.”
“Don’t mention it.” Leo licked my neck and backed away. “I have to keep my mate happy and fed because tonight, my alpha will keep me mindless and satisfied.”
“That’s a promise.”
We just had to get through this interrogation first.
Chapter Thirteen
Leo
“Did they say why they wanted me to come in?” I watched the trees pass us by as the car drove farther from the safety of our home and closer to the city.
“Not too many details.” Ashton glanced into the rearview mirror to make sure no one would follow us. The guard was still trailing us, but being aware of my surroundings was always a good idea. “They have a suspect in custody and wanted you to listen to his testimony. Perhaps it will trigger something for you, and we could get more information about Harvey’s murder and why they framed you.”
“Okay.” I sat back in the car seat. There was a niggling at the back of my mind. It was like I was trying to remember something. I was almost there, but not quite.
“Are you okay?” Ashton grabbed my hand and squeezed.
“Yeah, there’s just something bothering me, like my mind is trying to remember something, but it’s blocked.” My mind was tingly, and my gut was queasy. Something felt off about this situation.
“I know that feeling. It’s probably the spell wearing off.”
Maybe.
“Do you think I’ll get all my memories back?” Goddess, I hoped so. I hated having this void in my mind.
“It’s possible.” Ashton shrugged. “It depends on who did the spell, its strength, and what they used as a tag-lock. Sometimesthose spells only work for a little while. Sometimes longer. It also depends on how strong your own personal magic is. Sometimes it fights any spell that goes on you. The more the witch or the shifter uses magic, the weaker the spell will become over time.”
“Interesting.” I shook my head. “I wish that my parents would have told me information like this, but they never did.”
“Yeah. A lot of our parents’ generation stopped telling their children about magic and how to improve our own abilities. They had started to lose them so they figured we would, too. But a lot of us are starting to retain them, or regain them, even if they had started to fade. I think it’s because we started to embrace our shifter sides again.”
“That makes sense.” I rubbed my hands together. My nerves were settling a bit while we talked. “I had started to lose my magic living at home with my parents, who wanted to fit in with the human population. Once I went to a shifter-dominant university and was allowed to flourish that part of myself, the power within me grew.”
“That’s also why the training center is such a great place.” Ashton smiled at me. “Because now, all the shifters are able to remember their own abilities. The covens are able to help us remember how we can make that power work.”
We were silent for a few minutes, as I thought about how sad my parents’ shifters must be.Maybe I can speak with the older generations and get them to see why shifting and using our gifts are important.They had basically been killing off a part of themselves.
Something’s wrong.
My lion poked me again and I recognized that my anxiety had returned.
“I think something’s wrong, Ashton.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Something really bad is about to happen.”
“Are your instincts talking to you, or is it more like fear of the unknown?” Ashton’s brow furrowed.
“This isn’t just anxiety.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “This goes deeper than just the emotions I feel. When intuition tells me to beware, my whole body starts to feel it.”
“And that is what you are feeling now?”