“Her and other you, are in the process of…trying to…err…”
“What?” he asks.
“Make the baby,” I say quickly with a bit of a flush, as I remember being a part of that.
“Excuse me?” he says, eyes wide. “How do you know that?”
“He told me.”
“What?”
“He mentioned it. Mentioned that Drake was getting impatient and that I, erm, she, had to go to Court to learn. You were already going to your own. And Constantine told me I had to go as well. That it should already have happened.”
“Shit.” He drops his head to the back of the sofa. “This is…I still can’t get my head around it. Wait!” He sits up and looks at me again. “When you went to the future here was it like that?”
“No, but I changed the future by shifting through time.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t think she knows, or knew, but she obviously does now.”
“So how do you know that any of this is even true in our reality?”
I reach up and touch his face and he gasps as he feels the sparks. “Because I know,” I say.
“Fuck, Liv. What do we do now?”
“I don’t know. See what happens.”
He sighs and we sit in silence for a few minutes until a question strikes me and I ask, “I’m not prying but how come you grew up in the human world?”
He looks up startled. “What makes you think I did?” he responds.
“You said you knew CK as a child. Also, you said your original name was Vincentius, clearly a Roman name and you said your grandparents were Etruscan. I am going to assume that was a lie,” I say wryly.
He smirks. “Well, aren’t you just a little keeper of information?”
“I would have more if there was record about you in my head. As it turns out there isn’t. I always wondered why but now I know that CK must have had it expunged somehow to protect you.”
He laughs out loud and says, “Oh, the gods. I totally forgot about your magick brain. So, you tried to do a bit of digging, did you? Well, I can tell you that my father, my real father, sent me to a human family to grow up in Rome to train to be a warrior, they called me Vincentius. The parents of my human family were Etruscan.”
“So, what is your real name?” I ask, leaning forward.
“Kalen,” he says as he too leans forward.
“Huh. Well, what do you know?” I say with a smile.
He leans back and disarms me by asking. “How are you doing? With the whole Cole thing?”
No need to ask where he learned that trick.
“I am barely holding on. Trying to keep my brain busy so I don’t think about it too much,” I say, pulling my hand from his.
“I’m sorry. I know you probably won’t believe me after everything I have said, but I am sorry you are hurting.”
“Thanks. Too bad you can’t juju him to forget what I said.”
“You know that I wouldn’t even if I could,” he says softly.