“Your father?” Elara held her injured cheek while wondering about what had happened to Oswald. Palvin cleared his throat and asked the witch to let them in. Hendaya moved to one side and closed the door behind them. The luxurious chamber had its walls painted in a deep red and the furniture was of a dark oak decorated with golden watermarks. A large crystal ceiling lamp illuminated the room in which a king-sized bed was the main lead. Everything was neatly placed, only the silk sheets were creased as if someone had recently taken a seat on the bed.
“Palvin, how dare you?! How dare you bring her here? to me!” The witch was standing beside a large dresser with her arms crossed on her chest. A single tear was running on her cheek but her face was showing a major anger. Elara frowned
