We sat inside their rather clean conference room and was instantly swallowed up with silence. Neither party tried to talk, resulting in the awkward sound of nothingness.
"What have you come to discuss?" King Khumalo asked.
"About a threat," Aaron replied.
"Ah, yes," King Gotto said and nodded. "We have found traces of Wiccan and Fae magic amongst our territories. Our prey was hunted, specific organs are harvested."
"Her name is Olivia Brokenchild," Stephen said, handing out the file folder of Olivia.
"Ah, a Brokenchild?" King Danish quirked his brow as he read the file. "Another wannabe, I suppose?"
"No." Aaron shook his head. "She claims to be a Brokenchild but she is not an offspring of a human."
King Gotto quirked his brow, "What do you mean?"
"She is the child of the previous P
