The symbol on the church floor continued to smoke, the acrid smell filling the air. Leona stared at it, her mind still reeling from whatever had happened when Eliza touched her and Lucas. Her palm felt warm, almost burning, and she rubbed it unconsciously.
"Is she breathing?" Maximus demanded, moving closer to where Eliza lay unconscious in Lucas's arms.
Lucas checked her pulse. "Yes. It's weak, but steady."
"What did she mean by that prophecy?" Davion asked, his voice controlled but Leona could hear the underlying tension. "Two heirs, blood bound by love?"
"I have no idea," Maximus said, but his eyes were on Lucas with an intensity that made Leona uncomfortable.
"She was talking about them," Stefan said, pointing at Leona and Lucas. "The two heirs. She connected them somehow."
"That's ridiculous," Lucas said sharply, standing up from where he'd been kneeling beside Eliza. "We're enemies. There's no connection."
But Leona noticed he wouldn't look at her when he said it.
