There was a knock on the door and when it opened, Declan entered, accompanied by the old man, Donald.
I explained the situation to them, hoping Donald might know the solution to this. Hoping he might have a way to bring my princess back since he has spent the longest time here. He was also from that other world after all.
“What do you think, Donald? Is there a way?”
Deep lines appeared on his forehead as he thought about it for a while. “If the real soul was able to come back then it means, she wasn’t really dead in her world. Your mate’s soul might’ve just travelled while she was in a coma. And they’ve probably just switched after she saw the painting.”
“You mean that she might be in the other world? In her own body?” Clyde asked and the old man nodded.
“That’s way worse.” Panic appe
