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."

wait that long. There has to

always a way,"

the price," I said

"Just enough to draw a drop of blood. That drop you will feed him—place it on his tongue before dawn. I will perform a ritual at the same hour, guiding your life force into

chest

witch’s 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,

sent a shiver

this faithfully, seven nights will

something in her voice made me pause. "You

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

frowned. "You mean

she repeated, her eyes distant. "In ways we cannot predict. But he will live. His body will breathe, his eyes will open, his heart will beat again. The only thing I cannot promise... is that he will return the

my stomach twist.

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

of the words, but nothing could compare to the

I whispered fiercely. "As long as he comes back to me... I’ll take

me quietly for a moment, then nodded once. "Then prepare

heartbeat of hope, and for the first time since all this

bowed slightly, my voice trembling.

a faint, knowing smile. "Don’t thank me yet, child. Pray instead—that the price

and in a blink, I was

again,

were both there, standing near the window. They turned sharply when I appeared, shock flashing

flooding his voice. "You’re