“Wow.” Tristan gasped, running his fingers through his hair as he paced up and down the room. “Your mom is Veruva, the leader of the Council who vanished years ago. No wonder those witches withdrew quickly after her appearance that day.” He stopped pacing and walked over to me. “Since your mother is here, she will help us out of this mess, right?” He raised his eyebrows when I didn’t reply. “She is going to help us, right?”
“I don’t know, Tristan.” A long, deep sigh left my lips as I lowered my gaze. “It is difficult to say what my mother is thinking.”
“The kind of person she is….” I cast a warning glare at Alistair, signalling him to stop. He nodded once and changed the topic. “Do you think the council will really conduct the investigation?”
“I think they will. They have to, now tha
