"I don't like to make those sorts of exits," Coward murmured, shrugging his shoulders. "But, unfortunately, I am a man of loyalty. When called by those I owe most, I obey." Even if he weren't bound by the man being his sire, he would still have gone immediately. "Besides." A smile. As a witch, she would particularly understand, especially since she knew he was one once. "It was Beltane."

Where else would he be, except at Blackwood's side? Even if they could no longer feel the magic of Beltane. They still appreciated the holiday, and it had been a breath of relief.