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."

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

"There is always a way," she said. "But it comes with a price."

don’t care about the price,"

creaking under her bare feet. "Every night, you must wound yourself," she said. "Just enough to draw a drop of blood. That drop you will feed him—place it on his tongue before dawn. I will

chest tightening. "Will it

are far more powerful than you realize, Olivia. You have not yet been stretched to your limits. The

words sent a shiver down

take long," she continued. "If you do this faithfully, seven

in her voice made me pause. "You said it comes

demands something different. A soul cannot return from the

frowned. "You mean

live. His body will breathe, his eyes will open, his heart will beat again. The only

felt my stomach twist. "What do you

may not come back as the man you loved, Olivia. The bond between you is gone. What returns may remember you, but not

thought of the words, but nothing could compare to the idea of never seeing Lennox

fiercely. "As long as he

once. "Then prepare yourself,

for the first

bowed slightly, my voice

old witch gave a faint, knowing smile. "Don’t thank me yet, child. Pray instead—that

nodded, and in a blink, I

opened my eyes again, I

heavy, thick with the scent of healing herbs. Louis and Levi were both there, standing near the window. They turned

started, relief flooding his voice. "You’re