THE PHONE CALL III
The breaths of everyone in the room was held on standby, until Emma's voice crackled through the phone.
"He is not a vampire. He is a mage. Like you, to some extent. But he is evil. Evil. I couldn't even get closer to his thoughts. They were too sinister. I just couldn't stay in the environment. One thing I can say is that he is very old, despite being in a youthful body."
'Ask her, how old.' Aiden communicated to Freya.
"How old do you think he is…"
A beat of silence. "More than a century. Perhaps two?"
Freya looked at everyone in the room again, aware of the sharp increase in the beating of their hearts. A mage of more than a hundred years old, in a youthful body. The ancients kept exchanging glances.
'What is it?' Freya couldn't help but ask Aiden.