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After hesitantly accepting Rand's offer to stay for a little longer, Dante, Amora and I all head back through the town with him. My father keeps shooting me looks that I cannot decipher while Eric looks completely intrigued by all of it. I am sure that this type of thing does not happen often, or ever honestly.

"So, how did you find us?" Rand asks us politely.

"My grandmother managed to track him down. Not quite sure how but she told me where to find him and even told me about your battles with the witches. That is why she did not come as well. She did not think that a witch would be accepted." I explain.

There was no need to say who the "he" was. Everybody knows exactly who I am talking about as they all turn towards my father and study him briefly. He at least has the decency to squirm a little under our scrutiny.

"I wonder how she managed to find me. I thought that I had hid my tracks well." He finally says to us all.

I am completely caught off guard by this. Why had he tried to hi