As we walked into the kitchen, my eyes locked with Freya’s. I knew she could sense how I was feeling but I didn’t want anyone else to know so I gently shook my head to which she responded with a slight nod in understanding.
“Dahlia, could I have a word in private, please?” As if knowing, she nodded and followed me out onto the porch.
“I know you have questions, Elijah. Things will work out.”
“How do you know?”
“Davina has gone to get the diaries. They contain the answers you seek.” I looked at her questioningly. “Even about her completing the final stage and what type of life she could have.” I was surprised.
“Ok. What about whether or not she has a third mate? I am struggling as it is with the thought of having to share her with Mathias.” She chuckled.
“No third mate. Witches tend t
