Patch POV

Edna and Graydon Chalice hugged them so hard Patch wondered if he’d ever breathe again. They would fit right in with his family.

“My little girl.” Graydon Chalice took her face in his hands. “My little Anneliese.”

“FATHER.”

She blushed. Patch enjoyed how his mate looked so flustered by her parents smothering her with affection. They were definitely Crestas, and those stuffy witches lurking and smirking and whispering behind their hands about ...