Hunters POV
She grabbed my hand and I watched as she sifted through her memories looking for something. I could see them pass over her head as she searches.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“I swear I’ve seen him before.” She mumbles. I stand there confused for a good minute before she jumps.
“I found it.” She claps her hands together and we disappear into the memory. We hiding in a closet, the door ajar just enough to see and listen.
Straight ahead in the other room, I see Genevieve’s father and elder John sitting in Gerricks office. A little Genevieve is sitting in the doorway of the closet, watching them through the crack of the door.
“I’ve been hearing some things as of lately, King Gerrick.” I hear elder John say.
“What are you talking about, elder John?” Gerrick asks. His
