"You know that she is a witch?" Rafael stared at the head of a council, the man just working under him as if he was a fool!
"Did I choose you mistakenly, Michael? She is my wife." as if the line was enough explanation. Michael could only bow his head and nod.
But for some reason, Hazel felt better when she heard that. She did not need to go to that record room to know the truth.
She had complete faith in Rafael. He looked at her smiling face with a raised brow but did not ask her anything.
"So, the mine has collapsed but there are still a few witches that had a large amount of beryllium that could burn the whole empire!" he said, getting both of their attention when Michael nodded his head readily.
"It could be human too who had bribed a few guards and went in." Hazel intertwined but he shook his head.
