"She was not from the village of angels." Serefina blurted out the truth. Though witches could be so harsh with their words, they did not like to tell lies. That was against their nature.
"Not from the village of angels?" Fabian's confused expression showed under the glowing little gems' light. "So where did she come from?"
Fabian looked at Raine who was now staring at the pixie stones that fascinated her.
"She comes from a place far from here." Serefina's answer was deliberately ambiguous.
"And how about you?" Fabian turned his eyes on Serefina. He was just as curious about the origins of the young woman beside him. How could he not know her? Before last night, he had not even known she existed.
"So did I." Serefina replied curtly.
Fabian was about to ask again when they heard a loud and sharp gasping sound from Raine in front of them. They saw that the girl had crouched down the road while two big black wolves prowled around her.
