Vittoria's POV
I stopped myself from flinching when the witch's white eyes stared at me. They seemed to be two bottomless pits that bore into the deepest recesses of my soul.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Is the Prince in danger?"
"No... He's locked up in the dungeons but..." I trailed. How can I tell her about it? What if she doesn't believe me? But she's a witch. It must be easier for her to believe things like this. They work with magic and spells after all.
The idea of rebirth shouldn't be that shocking for them.
"Does it have something to do with his mate?" she asked after a while. Her eyes never leave mine, as if she's watching out for my every reaction.
I bit my lip to stop myself from gasping in surprise, but my eyes still widened.
"How did you know?" I couldn't help but
