ELARA'S POV

The air in the car was getting thicker by the minute. My mother sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hand tightly clutched to the sketch I showed her this morning.

I’d already used the enchanted oil I’d gotten from the witch yesterday, a drop behind Dante's ears, just as instructed. It was supposed to make Dante believe anything I told him, and completely seal the mate bond. The witches' charm never failed us, I believe it would work.

I didn't need to confirm ...