ELEVEN YEARS OLD

"Kace… why don't you buy me a phone?" Hope put the side of her face flat on the table while staring at him, pleading. "All my friends have a phone. Why can't I have one?" She asked sullenly.

It had been four months since Hope wanted a phone for herself, so she could communicate with her other friends, because Serefina wouldn't allow her to go outside most of the time. 

However, Kace didn't know this. He just visited her again after a few months. 

He stumbled upon a piece of information that led him back to the northern coven, to where Serefina had told him Hope's blood was taken. In possession of one of the witches there.

Kace didn't know how Serefina knew it, but when he went there with her, they found that one of the dark witches had used Hope's blood for something terrible.