Another mystery to solve. Derek thought, letting out a sigh. Wasn’t there anything that was just clean cut, and devoid of mystery and complications concerning his mate? Everything about her was so shrouded. He didn’t know why that was so, but he was beginning not to like it, even though he could obviously see that it was for the benefit of them all. If things were clear cut, wouldn’t she have been kidnapped or worse killed by those evil villains? But why hadn’t Tempest written Emma's address in the paper? Was that also part of keeping her safe, should in case the maid was bought over like the matron that Leonarya had paid to hand over Freya? How had Leonarya known that Freya would be at the orphanage? Derek rubbed his forehead with his thumb tiredly, he could feel a headache coming on as a result of thinking and trying to find answers to these questions. But if the address of Emma's home address had been written, then it would have been a piece of cake finding her, even tonight s

“I can’t kill an innocent man...'' Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state. Dead? She couldn’t tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm. Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this. She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn’t come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different. “Eva..” She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod. Whether the nod was to confirm her identity or to push her to continue, Freya wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to find the people who had taken a few steps away from her when

Emma hummed , an extra bounce to her feet which were tapping on the floor of the cab to the song she was tuning, as the cab turned into her street. She was home. She couldn’t wait to embrace her sister, Amelia, and tell her all that had happened in her life in the past few months. She smiled at the imagery of the shouts and screams and comical faces that Amelia would make as she would recount her adventurelike-tales, but frowned when her mind train zoomed past the betrayal that she had experienced at the hands of a man whom she had thought loved her, and his family. She would make them pay. She thought, not knowing how she was going to do it, but knowing that she would. “We are here, madam.” She heard the driver mention, and heaved out a sigh of relief before grasping one of her bags, the smallest, and stepping out of the car. She waited by the side, as the driver brought out her other bags gingerly from the car and kept it by the foot of the stairs leading to the front door of

“There is nothing here, except magic relics. A typical witch’s house.” Anthony stated, looking around the house, still searching for clues. They had just ransacked the house, and they had found nothing. Just magic items and what nots. “She is not here, either.” He added, taking a seat on the couch, beside Lucille, who of course was his cousin. During the long meeting, both at the hall and the dining room, he had finally understood why he had felt some kind of kinship to Emma and then Freya. They were actually related to some extent, by blood. Their magic was proof of that. “Well, can’t we find where she is, you know, with something that belongs to her? I thought that magic can make that possible, just as I had watched in movies. Or is it just for the movie's sake? Is it not real? Is that asking for much?” Lucille inquired, looking between Freya and her mother. Freya smiled at first. “Good idea, Lucille. Anthony, you will be the best person to get an item of Esther. From the inform

At Esther’s new residence:Freya knew the guy. She hadn’t seen him before, hadn’t spoken with him before, but she knew him. She knew him from the vision she had seen when she had touched Esther’s scarf. She also knew him from Aiden’s memory, one of the many he had shared with her. She knew him from the one that had spoken of the bullying of Emma at the café. He was the one that Aiden had thought quiet, but not entirely innocent, even though he looked like it. Aiden had read off an unsettling energy from him, and Freya was beginning to see that. She was beginning to see that the boy wasn’t what he seemed to be. She wondered what exactly he was. A shifter like the others? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t about to cower in fear. No. Her people thought her better. She would fight this out. She would be leaving here with Esther, and nothing can stop her, not at this point. She watched as Esther, and the rest of the clique gave the boy a look down-they didn’t rate him. Freya thought tha