Chapter 70

ALEXANDROS My brother’s blue eyes remind me so much of our mother’s. Long-forgotten memories swim through my mind, bombarding me with images of the life I closed the door on after the loss of my wife and daughters. For five hundred years, those memories have lain dormant. But now they linger close to the surface, ready to break free at the slightest hint of encouragement. Surely it is Ophelia’s doing. My mind is sharper than it was before too, and my ability to hear other’s thoughts has been magnified. As if allowing her inside has somehow heightened the potential of my power whilst unlocking its secrets. “Alexandros,” Giorgios says, reminding me that he is waiting for an explanation as to why I have again summoned him to Montridge. I shake my head, and the memories wash away like water circling a drain. “I have something to tell you.” He rolls his eyes. “I suspected as much given that you summoned me here. But what is it?” I lick my bottom lip and avoid his scrutinizing gaze. Will he