Aden Clarkson
The scent wafting from her body grows stronger than before. And only one thing can mask a witch's smell - a cloaking spell. It all makes sense. "What about other family?"
She shakes her head. "There wasn't anyone else. Just my uncle and me." Sophia pauses, briefly. "What did it mean - what he said to me?"
"They called you the white witch, la Strega Bianca." He takes in a deep breath, then exhales slowly. "And nascosto means the hidden one."
"I don't understand." She rubs her eyes.
"Did he say anything else?" He places a hand on the side of her thigh.
"Yeah." Sophia nods slightly. "He said his master, Meurjon, will be pleased that he found me." She cradles her hand to her chest.
"That looks pretty bad." Logan walks up. His gaze travels the length of her frame, lingering
