Chapter 113

It was a simple yes, no—question. One I hoped she would answer.

Esther’s lips curled into a small, smile. “What makes you say so?”

“For starters, that ridiculous source of power I feel coming from you,” I said, crossing my arms. “That’s not normal for a shifter.”

“Incredible,” her breath hitched in surprise. “You are the High Priestess daughter, and a child of blood indeed,” she said. “Not even your fellow witches could sense it, but you can.”

She stood straight, opening the door to her office. “Get in,” she gestured with her hands.

I waited for a moment. There was still some time left before I would meet Alaric—so why not?

As soon as I entered Esther’s office, she closed the door behind me.

“So you are a witch?” I tried again, needing a clear answer. “A dark witch I assume?”

I scanned the clean and neat office with my eyes. The place one worked said a lot about a person, and I could tell this was a woman who liked control—henc