Chapter 87 The Garden Talk 2

• Katty’s POV
• Fixing my eyes on the handsome elderly man, I felt as though he was calling to me without even speaking. What’s going on? I wondered, puzzled by this strange connection. As far as I knew, witches didn’t have spiritual gifts like this—or at least, I had never heard of such a thing. This man wasn’t just a witch or magician; his power felt different, on a level I didn’t understand. And I admit, I was starting to feel a little scared being near him.
• “Let’s go have a seat,” I said to Turner, eager to escape the intensity of that man’s gaze.