Andria's POV
…Jackson's.
We traced her energy to an underground club, or rather, Sir Kaelric knew precisely where to find rogues. The club was filled with demons, faes, and black witches. Jackson was there."
Becca's eyes widened. "Jackson?"
"Yeah. And he wasn't just there. He was in charge." I paused, recalling the memory of Liara's blank eyes, her voice stripped of emotion. "Liara was with him. But something was wrong; she wasn't herself. It looked like… like she was under a spell. A charm, maybe.
Like they were taking something from her before we came, we had to fight the demons, black witches and faes in the inner chamber before Jackson could let us see Liara."
Mel's mouth fell open slightly. "You are joking."
"I wish I were," I said quietly. "Sir Kaelric thinks it's an illusion spell. The mate bond is fake, created to manipulate her. I suspected it too, so I tested it."
"How could you fight them all, and how did you test it?" Becca asked.
