It's been the whole night when the two men remained seated in the study calling Valerie but each time they got the same reply. I tried him but at the same time worried them.
"Do you not know anyone else whom you can contact?" asked Harold, his voice was heavy
"We don't know any witches there father, and the phone would not work on normal numbers without spirit stone." he was sure his father already knew that. This was the worry that was making him ask these types of questions.
Harold rubbed his forehead. "Send someone to look for her," he ordered.
"I will go this instant father," he replied standing up.
"No, you can not go, you go and have your ritual done. Your soul energy is part of your consciousness son, if you don't work fast it will go in wrong hands.'' Then he looked out as the warm golden sun rays were already peeking through the windows.