Chapter 4
THERE WAS A TITTER among the Council members, then a brave voice called out.
“How do we know that Ava was conceived before your wedding to Charity?” It was one of the witches in the back row.
I wanted to roll my eyes. What sort of question was that? That could easily be proven. Quite frankly, it was a waste of my time.
My father turned to me. Even he seemed annoyed.
“Ava, when is your birthday?” he asked drolly.
I reeled off the date and Matlock turned back to the Council.
“I’m sure you can all deduct nine months from that date, but from what I’ve gathered, Ava was conceived almost two months before my marriage,” he stated.
The witch at the back snorted. “How do we know that is true?” she asked, hands on hips as she stood up to face us.
“Ava, would you undergo a truth te
