Aydin growls and turns to scowl at Silva. He looks pissed as he stares daggers at Silva and then Lachlan. The venom in his eyes immediately makes me second guess what’s going on. Aydin turns to me, and we watch each other for a beat without speaking. “This spell will also send out a signal to any blood relatives that you may have,” he grumbles. “You deserve to know everything that it does.” Aydin’s words take a second to sink in, and when they do, I’m fucking livid.
