Giselle
“Okay, so I ran a purchase history for the coven’s house, and guess who inherited the house from Sahara?” I lean close to Tristan and show him my tablet’s screen.
Tristan glances down at the screen and growls, “Isn’t Dora Walker the woman we spoke to from the orphanage?”
I thread my fingers through my hair and rise from my perch on the floor, “Yeah, that’s her. Did you find anything,”
Tristan nods, “As a matter of fact, I did.”
He turns his laptop and shows me what he discovered, “The names of the females in the coven match names of children who, at one point or another, lived at the orphanage.”
Tristan’s expression grows cold as he leans back in his seat and grits out, “This confirms that the orphanage is not your run-of-the-mill human home,” he puffs out a breath and gaze
