Page 9 of Bound By Love
In his place stood the unrelenting and emotionless man Caro originally encountered and knew so well. She suspected the fleeting glimpses she received of the warmer man below his surface were who he was as a child and young adult.
Years of death and cruelty had molded him into someone who preferred not to feel anything. Caro hoped the warmth she sometimes glimpsed would one day win out over his callousness, but she didn’t fool herself into thinking it would be an overnight change… if it happened at all.
For her sanity, and the sake of her heart, she’d do better mated to a man who could care. She couldn’t think about being bound to someone incapable of love.
Without realizing she was doing it, she touched Saber’s arm as she sought to reconnect with him. Something flickered across Saber’s face before his cobalt-colored eyes shifted to her. No warmth shone in their beautiful, blue depths.
CHAPTERSEVEN
“And I’m Asher,”a man with sandy-blond hair and gold flecks in his brown eyes said.
Caro released Brie’s hands to shake her mate’s hand. The two other occupants of the vehicle came forward next.
“I’m Declan.” His silvery-gray eyes sparkled with amusement as he glanced between her and Saber. “Thanks for helping us with this.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure those things die,” Caro replied.
“Good.” Willow’s violet eyes were curious as they surveyed Caro. Her blonde hair hung in a braid over her shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
Willow turned to Saber and held out her hand. “Can I look at your sword?”
With obvious reluctance, he held it out to her. Willow twisted the blade in her hands as she examined the workmanship.
Her mouth parted, and her eyes flitted up to Caro before she handed the sword back to Saber. Then she stretched a hand over her shoulder and removed her sword from its sheath.
She held it out to Caro. “I can see the differences, you have your own unique style, but they’re both amazing pieces of art, and there are similarities.”
Caro took the sword to examine it. “It is magnificent.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of Willow’s mouth as Caro’s eyes met hers.
“If I’d had more time, I would have added more of my own touches, but unfortunately, I didn’t have it,” she told Willow.
As she turned Willow’s sword in her hand, she saw what the other woman meant. The blades were strikingly similar; the one she held looked like something her father would have created.
“One of my ancestors might have forged it,” she murmured. “The making of these swords has been passed down through the generations of my family.”
“I agree,” Willow said as Caro handed her sword back.
“Interesting,” Declan murmured.
“And that ancestor might have been a human,” Caro said. “My father was a purebred, but when that sword was forged, his line was one of humans.”
“So, the vampires worked with humans back then to destroy the demons,” Willow said.
“Weren’t they originally demon swords?” Asher asked.
“Maybe, but maybe not,” Saber said. “The stones are from the demons, but the swords could be from something or someone else. The truth of it all is lost to history. Alotof time has passed since then.”
“Maybe the demons built the pyramids.” When they all gave Asher a strange look for this statement, he shrugged. “I’m just throwing it out there. Some say it could have been aliens, but maybe it was demons. Who knows?”
Caro laughed, and Brie looked lovingly at him as she smiled.
“Who knows, indeed,” Willow said.
“Where are the rest of the stones?” Caro asked. “It will take me a while to get eight more swords done, so I might as well get started.”
