Caleb felt Max fading. His limbs shook for a second, as if his mind was being tied down.
"Nothing much," Eleanor said calmly. "My herb blend."
But Caleb could see it in her eyes.
She knew exactly how he was feeling.
So she is a witch. I was right.
Then what about Autumn?
His gaze flicked to her briefly. She looked confused, worried, as she asked, “are you okay? You look pale suddenly.”
Caleb didn't reply. Does she know? Does she know what her grandmother is?
But Max never felt anything off about her.
“I'm fine,” He finally gave her a tight smile.
"I just wanted to ask you something," Eleanor said again, her tone shifting. Sharper now. More direct. "Do you really love my granddaughter?"
“Grandma!” Autumn protested immediately. “How can you ask him that?”
“I want to hear it from
