Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 460: A Way

Olivia’s POV

I appeared in the old witch’s hut—the same woman who once helped me cast the spell that brought my mother out of her coma. The air inside was thick with smoke and the scent of herbs, just as I remembered. Luckily, she was there.

She sat cross-legged on the cold floor, her gray hair falling loosely over her shoulders, her eyes closed as she murmured an incantation under her breath. She must have sensed my presence, but she didn’t lift her head right away. Her fingers kept tracing glowing symbols across the dusty floor, her voice steady and deep, whispering in the ancient tongue.

I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, almost a whisper. "I was wondering how long it would take you to come."

I swallowed, my throat tight. "You knew I’d come?"

The old witch gave a faint smile without looking up. "A woman whose bond has been ripped apart never stays still for long."

Her words hit me like a blade. My knees weakened, but I steadied myself. "I need your help," I said, my voice breaking. "I can’t lose him to death."

Now she lifted her head, her sharp eyes locking on mine. "You still feel his soul calling, don’t you?"

I nodded, my tears spilling again. "Please... I can still sense him—faintly. He’s alive, but he’s slipping away. Tell me how to reach him. How to bring him back. Am I the special one? There’s something I can do, right?"

The witch studied me for a long, silent moment. Then she sighed and rose slowly to her feet, her joints creaking.

"Child," she said quietly, "Lennox is not gone... not yet. His soul still clings to this realm, though his body sleeps beyond mortal time."

My heart skipped. "You mean he’ll wake up?"

She nodded once. "Yes. But not soon. It could take years—five... ten... maybe twenty. Time moves differently for souls that wander between worlds."

breath caught. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, I can’t wait that long. There has to be another

curved faintly, almost pitying. "There is always a way," she said. "But it comes with a

the price," I

must wound yourself," she said. "Just enough to draw a drop of blood. That drop

swallowed hard, my chest tightening. "Will it

eyes smirked. "You are far more powerful than you realize, Olivia. You have not yet been stretched to your limits. The strength of a rubber band," she said,

words sent a shiver down my

seven nights will be enough. By

made me pause. "You said it comes with a

softly, "I do not know. Each resurrection demands something different. A

frowned. "You mean

his eyes will open, his heart will beat again. The only thing I cannot

twist.

as the man you loved, Olivia. The bond between you is gone. What returns may remember you, but

my fists, my throat burning. I thought of the words, but nothing could compare to

don’t care what he becomes," I whispered fiercely. "As long as he comes back to me... I’ll take

nodded once. "Then prepare yourself, child. Tomorrow, before the first

for the first time since

bowed slightly, my voice trembling. "Thank you... thank

witch gave a faint, knowing smile. "Don’t thank me yet,

nodded, and in a blink,

my eyes again, I

scent of healing herbs. Louis and Levi were both there, standing near the window. They turned sharply when

started, relief flooding