[Elise’s POV]I grow quiet and wait while Tristan and Jolene stare at me. From the looks on their faces, it is clear that they are confused about what it is that I am asking.“The crone,” I repeat, wondering if I mispronounced or stuttered. “Do either of you know anything about a crone?”“The crone,” Tristan says slowly. “Is the old wise witch. Some consider her the mother of the witches, but she is nothing more than an elder who holds knowledge of all.”Nodding, I take in what Tristan is telling me while wondering why that woman who called herself my mother would suggest I look for such a person.“Why are you asking?” Tristan asks. “Do you have business with the crone?”“Maybe,” I admit. “Do you know how to find her?”Knowing about her was one thing, but knowing where to locate her, was something else entirely, and honestly, if he didn’t know where to find her then I still didn’t have much to go on.Like you have anything. The small voice in the back of my head tells me. You don’t ev
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