Aria's POV
I sat cross-legged in Magnus's study, pretending to skim through an old book, though I couldn't focus. Magnus was seated across from me at his desk, utterly engrossed in a pile of paperwork. The room, lined with tall bookshelves and the scent of aged leather, was one of my favorite places to relax—but not today.
I was restless. The cab driver's words replayed in my mind: *"The Pack witch may hold the answers you seek."* The Pack witch. That was my next step. But how could I bring it up without raising Magnus's suspicions? He already looked at me with concern more often than I liked, and I wasn't ready to explain everything.
And then it hit me. **Fergus!** Why hadn't I thought of him sooner? Magnus trusted Fergus implicitly, and more importantly, Fergus wouldn't jump to conclusions or overreact. If I told him about Selene, he'd help me without a second thought—or so I hoped.
