I walked the length of the garden and inched over my thoughts. The wind is blue with mild gentleness, thereby making the leaves move around in circles. It was a windy, cold, quiet morning but there was nothing quiet about it. My mind was in turmoil. Countless messengers and witches I have sent to my son either came back in corpses or were buried alive. With the emergence of his mate, I thought I had hit the jackpot.
I swallowed my pride and sought the help of an old friend who always mocked me. Priscilla was an old witch of the high order. They were strong and invisible. Unlike the new witches, Vain is flashy and loyal. Loyal to my son.
To get a locating spell for my son and his mate, I had to starve for days. It wasn't funny because every day she appeared with a pack of blood. It took
