And as one pair of mates set the other on fire, it was another pair that sat in a weird atmosphere.
Because Oliver had been fed by the witches. Sitting at the table, the blonde one named Janette that had opened the door looked at him like he was Satan. While Davina didn’t look at him at all.
Eating small bites and her expression hard to decipher, she was quiet as her Aunt Beatrice asked, “So how old are you exactly Oliver?” Oliver thought, “Ninety two.” Davina looked at him for a moment and then away. “Do you have family?”
Oliver’s head went to the side and wondered for a moment if the witch could be trusted. But then again? It wasn’t like it was a trade secret within other that their were vampire families. “I have a family. My grandfather is Gregory Harbinger. I am here with my youn
