A phoenix witch?
Engel froze on the spot, and his hand instinctively loosened around Sanaiah's neck as he intently peered into her eyes.
"What did you just say?" He asked with incredulity.
"Your wife has phoenix blood in her." Sanaiah firmly replied, and her response took Engel through another wave of shock.
His hand on her neck completely lost its grip and fell to his side.
He coursed his gaze around the room, studying everyone's face before glancing back at Sanaiah, who was now on her feet.
"How?" He darkly queried.
"I don't know," Sanaiah replied, and he frowned.
"Then how did you know?" How did she conclude that Nevaeh was from such a race?
Only a few knew what a phoenix witch was, and those who knew were long gone except for him and Daeryn.
Engel was sure none of them in the room had ever seen one. Not even Sanaiah.
"In the archives of the Elvedom." She replied, and Engel narrowed his gaze on her.
