CHAPTER 29

FREYA POV

We followed Helen as she directed us to where the witch boy was. Well, he isn't much of a boy.

He's a man now. I wonder what he looked like. She took us to as deep part of the forest. There was a waterfall there. It was serene, the type of place you would go to when you wanted a moment of peace.

"He usually comes here to meditate. The type of power he has needs a lot of concentration." She said.

"How long has he been staying at the cottage?" I asked.

"He's been staying there since I rescued him from death. My husband was the town prosecutor." She said

"Where is he now?" I asked her.

"He is dead. But he lived a full life." She said and I smiled

"I'm sure he did." I said. She touched my shoulder and went back to what she was telling us.

"My husband and I couldn't believe that he did it. It just didn't seem possible. There was no trace of blood.

No evidence that anything ever happened and he was so young. He was about your age then. He wouldn't have done it. But the villa