slipped through the cracks.” She paused, her expression uncomfortable. “He did recently recruit someone who used to be Black Court, but from what I understand you met him and approved of him.”
“Who?” That recruit might be the answer to all of his questions.
“Lord Raven MacSweeney.”
The name didn’t ring any bells or set off any alarms. “Why was he taken in by Robin?”
“Because Lord Raven is his son.”
Oberon wanted to groan. “Wonderful.”
“If it helps, when Michaela nearly lost her life, Raven went with Robin to destroy the one who’d hurt her. Beyond that, and the fact that he’d once been one of the Black Queen’s favorite enforcers, I don’t know much about him.”
“Then he remains on our list of suspects. You say I met him. It’s possible he got hold of something of mine at that time, something to add to this curse that has taken my memories.” Oberon stood, paced toward the window to stare restlessly into the darkness. “I need to make a list of any other possible suspects, anyone who could have access to me. Could the Black Court have found a way to subvert someone else close to me?”
“You have people who come and go in your quarters. The cleaning staff, your valet and your personal assistant should all be suspect.” He heard the squeak of the bedsprings as Cassie shifted. The sound brought to mind far more than they were discussing. He tried to ignore the way his cock stiffened as thoughts of taking Cassie filled his mind. He needed to remain on task. He couldn’t afford the distraction a love affair would bring, not when he still wasn’t entirely sure he trusted her.
Especially if what he suspected of her was true. He’d been burned by one truebond before.
“I don’t remember much of my life, Cassie.”
“I find it interesting that the first memory to return was of her.”
“You saw that?” He watched her reflection in the glass as she nodded. He wondered if his possible connection to Cassie was the reason Titannia’s memory was the first to surface. “How did she betray me?”
“Legend says she made a pact with a demon for power.”
So that part of his memory was true, at least. “She was dazzling, so bright I thought I would be blinded by her smile.”
“You were.” Cassie stood, placed her hand on his shoulder. “It’s all right to grieve for the woman you thought you bonded to, but you can’t lose sight of the woman she has become.”
“The demon changed her melody.” He didn’t understand how that was possible, but it had to be true. The woman he’d loved so long ago was gone, but at one time their love had been true. And that was why her betrayal had hurt so badly, had torn at him with claws of fire until his heart was almost burned out of his chest.
“I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, let alone attempting to heal, the Black Queen, so I don’t know. It is possible to change someone’s harmonies, but I’ve never heard of a melody being altered to such an extent.” Her grip tightened. “I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t her words so much as her conviction that had Oberon wishing he had the strength to truly mourn Titannia. Once upon a time, he’d believed in forever, believed his truebond was everything he’d ever wished for.
That belief had been destroyed, and now Cassie was telling him it had all been based on a lie, a house of cards that could have toppled at any moment.
So how could he trust that what he might have with Cassie would be any better? How could he be certain that the woman behind him, rubbing his shoulder and offering silent sympathy, wouldn’t turn out worse than the woman who’d shredded his soul? Already she could see deeper into him than Titannia ever had. “I need sleep.” He pulled away from Cassie’s touch, reluctant to be near her now. “I’ll take the bed closest to the door.” Despite his desire to remain away from her, he would continue to protect her.
“All right.” Her soft voice
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