Forty-one:
Zaan Pulfer
I was certain that I was dreaming. I had come to the witches with my mother hoping for answers about Crimson. I did not expect that I would come and have questions about myself. Or that I would be told that the thing that I had wanted for as long as I could possibly remember was true. I had always wanted Crimson to be mine. But I had never expected that she actually would be. Now, there she was, telling me that we actually had a future together.
“You can’t be serious,” said Catesby, “the apothecary’s son is your soulmate?”
“I never said anything about soulmate,” said Crimson, “I never said anything about mate at all. I only said that I think he’s my future. I saw the two of us in The High Priestess’s head. I saw…. we had a family. We were older.”
