Georgia had found Meredith.

It had taken hours of spellcasting and sifting through secrets she wished she’d never uncovered. She’d been forced to witness the memories of everyone connected to Lucy and Meredith. She hadn’t expected it to hurt.

Especially not Kain’s, not that much at least.

She had almost pieced the connection together when she drowned in his emotions, his feelings for Lucy, the burning memory of their intimacy. If it could even be called just that. It took only a heartbeat for her to realize the truth: what Kain felt for Lucy was something he could never feel for any other woman. Not then. Not ever.

“I found...