Rex's POV.
I adjusted a bit, showing no much interest in the lady who I had no single idea about as I allowed Clark to occupy the seat in between them. I couldn't stop staring at Elena just no matter how hard I tried.
"So, are you a witch?" Clark asked the blonde haired lady who leaned further as she looked at Clark.
"Well, no. But every founding family has a witch." She chuckled softly.
"Oh! That sounds awesome. How come I have never heard about it?" Clark questioned as he ordered two shots of tequila.
"Because it's forbidden to speak about witches." She shrugged. "When any of the founding families' witch dies, the family is left without a witch. It is something passed down through bloodline. Witches' can't be changed and if the bloodline decides to stay without accepting the vacant
