Elora’s POV

What could that brat be doing here? I couldn’t stop pacing back and forth in my office as I thought of all the possibilities. The air felt heavy as I replayed the scene earlier in my head. That witch, holding my son and smiling like she had good intentions toward him. Only the heavens could know what evil thought she had concerning him. 

I exhaled slowly, steadying my thoughts. I had to go to Zane to find out. I couldn’t just sit around and wait. I hurried to his office and ...