Chapter 27
Waking up to a new day doesn't ease the burden from the night of tears. It's at least noon, but I feel as though I could spend weeks in bed. Justin isn't answering my calls on top of everything else. Still no word on my mother. I can feel her though. Her life is still there. The earth answers my daunting question everyday, letting me feel the air she breathes in, keeping my hope alive. "So I've gone over everything, and according to my notes, Caius is one hell of a master of disguise. They all are," Clive grumbles as he tosses his pen and paper to the table. "You were checking him out?" I ask, a crackled lilt to my voice. "No, but I have a habit of documenting things. Nothing ever once stood out. Why keep a mortal witch alive when you have every opportunity to drain her clean witho
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