He was working on his laptop when Callum knocked and entered the office.
"I wasn't expecting to meet you here. I was hoping you would be getting ready for the ceremony." Callum teased with a smile.
Alex was not bothered by his joke; without looking at him, he said, "Why are you here?"
"Ok. The person working with Gregory is a woman. And she's a witch."
"What do you mean by a witch?" Alex asked, looking up at him.
"She disappeared as soon as I pulled off her cloak." He explained and put the cloak on his table.
"There's no scent on it." Alex said, examining the cloak.
"Which could only be done by a witch," Callum added.
Alex stood up and walked to the glass window in the room. "A witch? How can a witch try to hurt? Wait. Elena," Alex said before turning back to Callum. "She's the onl
