**Cassie’s POV**

 

I don't have any idea if I should believe this guy or not. He looks dead serious in his favor. His ancient power might be worthless for the others, but the ability to see the thread of fate is a deadly and very powerful ability that other clans might underestimate.

 

"Let's have a cup of tea," I asked him, and Renton immediately nodded in acclaim for my invitation.

 

We walked the path until we got inside the packing house. I invited him inside, and we went to the living room. The chimney has a fire on it, and the weather is still cold, basically because it does not...