The crossing to America was quiet compared to my time in London, and I remembered little of it, thanks to Thaddea. She had that effect on me, the ability to make me forget everything going on around me save for her. Only her.
My love grew those four weeks, swelling inside me until I could hardly stand it, adoring everything about my darling Thad. The way she laughed, wrinkled her nose, hummed me to sleep. Her scent I now knew to be the fragrance of the lilac, as sweet as her total openness when we talked. She told me everything, her hopes and dreams, how she privately wished to be a coven leader herself one day.
"How embarrassing," she whispered to me one night as she confessed her secret desire. "I adore the Tremere family, and you will too. Our leader, Olive, will love you instantly."
