The chime echoed through the house when I pressed the doorbell of the dark wooden door in front of me.
I turned to Dimitri, who for the first time since I met him seemed strangely withdrawn. I discovered that yes, just like his brothers, he also didn't have the best affection for witches.
"So..." I began, measuring my words carefully. "How do you know Nadia's grandmother?"
"It's a long story."
"Good thing you have all the time in the world, since you're immortal," I shot back with a sarcastic little smile.
He sighed, as if that were a delicate topic he would rather avoid.
But he gave in anyway.
"Many years ago, my brothers, the Dyer witches, and I had a common enemy."
"Who?"
He turned to me with an enigma hidden behind his dark eyes.
"My creator."
The door opened abruptly in fro
