Chapter 72

Cornelius' eyes were glistening with malevolent mischief. He had come to sabotage his brother's new relationship with a witch. Elvira's eyes turned to Wivior for support.

Wivior looked at her calmly and cleared his throat. "Of course, I would like to hear all that. I have some questions of my own, too. But first, we can have something to eat. Are you hungry?"

Elvira gulped. "I am starving."

In a small room on an eight-seater dining table, ample dishes were served for breakfast. Cornelius' hawk eyes were watching Elvira's every move. Her heart sank like a cornered little mouse with no way to escape. Although Wivior would glance at her often, his eyes lacked the love, trust, and comfort that was apparent moments before Cornelius' arrival.