Nora's POV
My heart pounds against my ribs as the words tumble out. "Tell me everything about her. I need to know where she came from, what her family name was, if she belonged to a coven. Which coven was it? Do I have relatives on her side who might know about me? Could I possibly meet them?" I pause, shaking my head. "I'm sorry for bombarding you."
"Don't apologize. I expected these questions once you learned the truth about yourself."
"Once I learned? Were you planning to keep this from me forever?"
"Concealing your identity protected everyone, especially you." Shane moves back toward the kitchen island. "You wanted to know how your mother and I first met."
I nod quickly, desperate for any piece of information that might fill the hollow space inside me where my heritage should be.
"Twenty-eight years ago, I was sent to earth," he begins, then suddenly stops. His head tilts slightly, as if he's hearing something beyond my perception. "I have to leave."
