Bannon frowned at Elder Winters. “I thought I was to find a witch?” “You will, but we need Camdin located as well.” Torren rose from his seat and walked around the big oak desk. Bannon had no desire to leave Wyoming. He’d seen a lot of the country since coming to America, and while it was exciting, it kept him far away from Haven for long stretches at a time, and therefore, away from Galen. “This is the guy you want to name elder of the fae,” Raven said from Bannon’s side. “No disrespect, but why him?” “He’s important, and he has something I need,” Elder Winters answered cryptically. They weren’t going to get any further information, and Bannon knew it. “So, I’m to find a faerie and a witch. When do I leave?” The elders exchanged a glance, and Torren looked apologetic when he returned his attention to Bannon. “We need Galen’s help.”
