Chapter sixty seven:

67.

Marcus's POV:

I dropped the flute in her outstretched hand. “Thos is the object that our ancestors used to communicate with other with other magical creatures from different realms. Be it a goblin, a vampire, a witch, anyone at all!” I stepped back, putting a little bit of distance between us. “I will leave now, call his name, tell him what you want to tell and then blow the flute.”

I continued moving backwards, my heart tightening in my chest when I saw the sad look in her eyes. How much I hated this idea of hers, but I had no other choice but to at...