Klive Brion POV.
"Ritual does not guarantee meeting him." I tried to comfort her, but it was pointless. Basically, every witch who finished this insane task found her mate within a few months. Our mother took two days to meet our father.
"Well, if you want, I can still chew his head off," Matt suggested, and I smirked. We had no problem doing that for her.
"I can do that," she grumbled, pulling a small vial from her pants pocket. "Your potion," she said, handing it to me. "He will have red-glowing eyes." That is how you know it is effective."
"What exactly is it?" Matt grabbed the vial from her before I could grab it. He was looking at the thick yellow liquid inside with caution.
"Potion of truth," she replied, smiling.
"Seriously?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, and I reciproc
