So at least ten years, if not longer. And she could tell by the frustration in his voice that more than likely he had traced every lead, followed every dead ended rumor... Drivin himself mad more likely than not by not being able to help her, to save her. It was that, that won her. Not that that mattered. She was a vampire. And he had feelings for someone who wasn't.
When the spell was done Bryn held her arms out to her sides. Her eyes dropped to her hands. "You do go-" Her hands came up to cover her mouth, before she could even finish the complement. She didn't even sound like herself! Her jaw dropped for a second, before she smiled at him. "Not that I ever doubted your skills, but I will never, for as long as I live."
She gave the back of his shoulder a light pat. "Now, I'd say we're ready to give that double crossing son of a bitch what he deserves."