Nathaniel
“Adrianna?” I scoff. “Who’s side is that witch on?”
Roran snorts, and smoke floats up out of his nostrils. “Witches are on their own sides. I have never really trusted nor liked any of them. I merely tolerated Adrianna because she saved my daughter from the hunters.”
“How do you know her, dear?” Whisper asks me.
“She was in the same coven as my mother’s ex-stepmother,” I respond. “My father considers her a friend.”
“Careful making friends with that lot,” Roran responds.
“Oh, Roran, Adrianna isn’t that bad,” Whisper touches his arm. She disappears into the kitchen, and a minute later, she pokes her head out. “Dinner is ready,” She smiles.
My stomach takes that as a cue to growl. Roran chuckles. “You must be starving, boy,” He stands up. “Come on, Whisper makes a mean roast,
