“It would be an honor,” Elias said, bowing his head slightly. Then he looked up, eyes serious. “Do you know any witches? A witch would be beneficial in helping Swoop and Star progress.”
Angel nodded slowly. “Leena. She’s a witch. Trained by her grandmother.”
Elias’s smile widened with genuine approval. “Perfect. Hereditary witches are far more powerful than these new age witch wannabes. Real bloodline magic carries weight—tradition, strength, understanding of ancient rituals most others only read about in books. She’ll be exactly what they need.”
Angel exhaled a little, relief threading through her tension. “Then we have a starting point.”
Elias nodded again, his gaze briefly flicking toward Luna, who had finally relaxed just enough to lie down, though her eyes remained locked on the d
