Chapter 22

The house felt spooky once they were gone, especially when Rowan announced he was patrolling the estate before calling it a night. That left Alec with the books Uncle Martin had insisted he read in his absence. But, no matter how hard he tried, Alec couldn’t concentrate on them. He was back in the holding pattern he’d been in before leaving Miami, when he’d been counting down the days and then hours until he met his father. The magic was a big deal as well, but he’d been waiting for this introduction for too many years for it not to win.

He must’ve dozed in Uncle Martin’s leather chair because a soft voice and a warm hand on his shoulder nudged him out of sleep.

“Hey,” Rowan said. “Go upstairs. Your bed is more comfortable than this.”