Troy
The Crone, it turned out, was not the wealth of information we had wanted. Katherine had left, against her orders, to be with her mate, and other than a few phone calls, the old witch had not seen her young protégé until Katherine returned with Kiana and Ragor in tow.
When Kiana had described her memories, the Crone had simply rolled her eyes and said it was hardly that dark and dramatic, but she admitted that her visions of a darkness consuming the mountain had begun not long after that.
“You could have done more to help her,” I accused her. “Instead, Katherine was murdered, and Kiana was raised by her insane father.”
“Everything that I did put her in the path of you. Short of allowing her to die, which I could have, vow or not, this was the only course of action that would give
