One hundred and thirty-two

Sally's POV

“What surprised us was when we found out he was your soulmate.” She raised her eyebrows teasingly.

I growled. “Grandma,”

I grumbled. “Do you know we just broke up?”

She gave me a sad smile. "I know. Your grandfather and I feel - no, feel very guilty about it. Because we know that we are mainly the reason. And we are very sorry.”

I shook my head with a gentle smile on my lips. “It's okay, grandma. Everything has been arranged."

She nodded sadly. “He's stupid for a boy his age, yes, but everyone's confused, Sally.” She sighed again.

Taking a sip of tea, the woman asked. "Do you remember when you passed out after your first tattoo ceremony?"

I tilted my head to the side. “That's it. Why? What does it have to do with what we're talking about now?” I inquired.

She gave me another forced smile. “It has everything to do with the first mark your grandfather placed on you. Darling, we may not be witches or have witch blood, but every ritual we perform is magic and spells. Your firs