Chapter Thirty-Three“Nothing, Father,” Lukash said as he looked at the old warlock.
Berndt Longford looked out at the Atlantic Ocean, his rheumy eyes focusing on a single bird that floated on the thermals. He sighed, shuffling back over to a large chair next to the lighthouse's many glass windows. He'd been back for only a day and already he missed the familiar surroundings of Vrybergen. He felt old. Old and vulnerable as his son stood before him. “You're sure?”
“Yes. We searched the grounds and gained access by the bathroom window. The Thorne woman and her welp are not there.”
“So, where could they be?”
“Honestly, they could be anywhere. I've done some digging and it looks like this Jake lives in Tintagel, which is not far from here. He would not be hard to find. Or, we wait until the
