Chapter 62

{Callan’s P.O.V.}

I was sitting in my office going over the files that Lazarus sent me. I couldn’t stop looking at Macy, or should I say, Mara. I had her, I had her in my arms, and I didn’t even know it. Whatever cloaking spell was being used was also masking her scent and her mark, which is why Obsidian didn’t recognize her either. I honestly wondered if Macy would forgive me