"I think if you had, we'd have seen some rather ancient magic going on. The Mari-Morgen are possessive. They don't give up easily. You saw that yourself." He exhaled sharply, wondering how ap Hywel had gotten mixed up with one and suspecting this old mystery had more than a little to do with Veronica as a client.
"Their songs can be hypnotic," he said, thinking of the few things ap Hywel had said before he'd gone to her house the first time to brew potions for her. "That's how they call mates to them. And how they warn off others that a man is taken, apparently." This was a protective charm, not harmful to him or his family since they weren't the target of it, but he was still caught. He still couldn't look away from the stone and he knew what he had to do to break the connection. Draco held out his hand to his wife, reaching behind him without moving. "Take my hand, Granger. I'm.... I'm not sure, but I need to be touching my mate before I try removing it from the stone."