The next day, Beth took Connor to the house of the witches. This was where the elite witches with the power of the ancients lived.
The house was even bigger than his manor in New York City. There were not just one, but twelve witches who lived there.
Everyone seemed to look at Connor with fascination, as if he were a delicious piece of meat. But Connor didn’t return their gaze. He just felt frustrated about the situation he was in.
Why wouldn’t Ivy look at him this way? Why didn’t Ivy feel anything for him?! If only he had her by his side, then he would have face-slapped Tristan easily. And he would have not feared death.
Beth took him to a room in the upper level. At first, he was only able to see fog in there as if he was standing over a hilltop. Then he smelled lilac and sandalwo
