Chapter 47: Witch Circle Hero’s Welcome
Patch POV
Edna and Graydon Chalice hugged them so hard Patch wondered if he’d ever breathe again. They would fit right in with his family.
“My little girl.” Graydon Chalice took her face in his hands. “My little Anneliese.”
“FATHER.”
She blushed. Patch enjoyed how his mate looked so flustered by her parents smothering her with affection. They were definitely Crestas, and those stuffy witches lurking and smirking and whispering behind their hands about favoritism could just go eat stinkweed. It wasn’t as if Anneliese possessed all the magical power of a rock or no leadership ability. Anyone who said otherwise could talk to the Crestas. If they survived, they could ask the orcs and see how that was received.
“Forgive me.” He smiled warmly, his elegant features lit up. “We were worried when you went into the shrine without preparing.”