"Purification by fire." The snarl curled on Graeme's lips as he gave Andreas one last deadly glare before leaving him.
It was the same thing he told Pearce when he threw him in a cell earlier: the elders' minutes in this lifetime were numbered.
The conversation with Pearce had been much less dramatic at first. Whereas Andreas seemed to have blown a fuse in the desperate scramble to find a solution to stop August's pregnancy, Pearce was decidedly calm. He had accepted his fate, it seemed.
"There's no point in lying anymore about any of it," Graeme had told him.
Pearce claimed to not know where Andreas would be hiding, but maybe he would reveal more than Zoe was able to about... everything.
"Ten years ago, we had no choice but to make the difficult decision we did," Pearce slowly explained. "He was coming for the witches one way or another. It was either going to be us offering them willingly or the entire pack being wiped out in order to get to them."
