Twenty-five: Brown eyes

Outside world

Emma's pov

I've prepared everything we needed for tonight's ritual. All we need to do now is wait for moonlight, I watched the sky outside. The weather seemed fine, perhaps we'll get a good chance later.

Tristane hasn't come down yet. The elixir should have worked by now. Patrick had only been under the spell in a few hours. So what was keeping him away?

I tried to open my magic to feel him. Since he is my blood I would be able to tell where he is. Easy enough for a grand witch like me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on locating him. His pulse should be throbbing now, the manor was huge enough but my magic can cover a large area. I was tapping into anything that was breathing, I felt Krista's dog-Oggy, Louie—who was still asleep but no Tristane.

I frowned. How could this be? He didn't leave, did he?

"Mon fils" I called to him. There was no response. "Tristane? Where are you?"