Both Rowan and I turned to my dad. “A spell attacking our bond?” Rowan’s voice was soft. “Who is still alive with magic?”
I shook my head. “Everyone I have known so far is dead.” I blew out a breath. “Looks like we aren’t out of the woods yet.”
My dad snorted. “We are never out of the woods, pup.” He nodded towards the bowl still in my hands. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. “Can you give us a minute?” I asked my parents to go ahead.
“Of course, baby.” My mom kissed my cheek as she skirted past us down the stairs, and my father clapped Rowan on the shoulder as he stepped past us.
I snapped a barrier into place. Rowan lifted one brow, and I shrugged. “I don’t want anyone to hear what we have to say, and I don’t know who we should trust.” He bobbed his head, agreeing with me. “Are we okay?”
