Cronan’s POV
The small cottage had more plants than I remembered and, as I stepped into the premises, the old woman was seated at the counter sipping at her cup of tea.
It was like I’d never left, like all of the things that had happened between my last visit and now were completely inconsequential to this creature.
Like the seer was just patiently waiting for me to return.
“You have questions,” she said, gesturing to the seat across from her.
I took it without hesitation.
I’d been wary before, my survival instincts keeping me at bay, away from the creature—but that was before I was desperate. Before my bond was sold out from underneath of me.
“Your eyes are different,” the woman said, offering a small smile. It was meant to comfort me, I thought, but kn
