Eighteen
I WISH I could help you,” Mr. Nestor said, spreading his hands open.
“Do you know of any other Vallen who might be able to help?” Cosmina asked, taking the words right from Morgan’s mouth.
The man shook his head sadly. “You would need to consult with someone very powerful…” he paused and thought for a moment. “The only person who might know would be… your mother.”
“No!” It nearly came out as a shout. With the word, Morgan’s locked onto Mr. Nestor’s. “You will not inform my mother or anyone that I am here. No one is to know you have even met me. Do you understand?” The heat of anger mixed with his magical energy to flow like lava through his body.
Mr. Nestor’s blinked once and then shook his head. “No, I will never say a word to anyone.” He then shook his head and blinked agai
