ELIAS
I looked at my mother, a little confused. "Didn't Gemma say she was an orphan? She said that all her family were killed at night during a massacre." I said to her.
My mother c****d her brows at me. "I'm surprised you know that." She was implying something. "You seemed to have picked interest in the slave girl long before she was your mate."
I cleared my throat. "I was just being nice." I retorted. "It was nothing like that."
Mother snorted. "You would be a fool to fall for your prey." She said. "Gemma's family died that night."
"So, how would we get her mother?" I asked.
"It's very simple. I know a witch who dwindles in dark magic."
The suggestion sent a sick feeling into my stomach. I didn't like dealing with witches. They were haybringers and I believed they blurred the line
