Book 18: The Wedding

Fallon

“Who are you to Zayn?” I ask. It’s the first thing that comes to mind, and I suppose it’s a good place to start.

“I’m his cousin. Our mothers are sisters. Alyssa is my aunt–or was. Zayn mentioned she hasn’t been herself for years.” She weaves her fingers together on her lap and tilts her chin, dark gray eyes holding mine. “I’m older than him by a few years. We were both raised in Meridem.”

“Where is Meridem? What is it? I’ve heard it mentioned several times.”

“It’s an island a few hours south of here, and it’s considered the only place where shifters and witches can live freely. It’s a sacred place, at least to me.” She huffs a breath and rises, pacing to the far side of the room and back. “I assume you met Magnus?”

“I saw him.”

“And you know, o