Chapter Ten
The missing person
After that, a few other warlocks joined me. There were only four of them: the French warlock from Paris, and another one who was a friend of Ripley’s. Deep down I was devastated, but I couldn’t show my disappointment. Harvey warned me that I shouldn’t have expected anything, and yet I hoped that he was somehow wrong. This wasn’t an army, but it was at least a start.
Avianna was still flying around the room, but most of the warlocks had already left, heading to the buffet. I glanced back at Idris who smiled at me. His colour had returned, and obviously, the healer was using her magic to put him back together.
“What’s wrong with them? Do they not want to be free?” I asked the warlocks gathered around me. I was a little worried about Avianna, but if I hadn’t
