The alabaster witch was an unfortunate piece of his past—one that he had done well in suppressing. He did not care what, or who, she was doing. Nothing would change that. At least she had given birth to a sensible Archer and fled before she could taint Attica with her poisonous words. The witch had been hungry for power, believing she was entitled to the throne of Willow Ridge. Why—because she had hooked up with Sköll, Elettra’s beloved son? The promised prince? The prince who couldn’t even claim the throne as his own? His frown deepened as the thoughts quickly entered and left his mind. It took everything in him not to roll his eyes. “Not miss much,” he answered with a shrug. Perhaps Attica was better off not knowing her parents. She seemed capable and level-headed. The disappearance of her parents had saved her whether she believed it or not.
At first he nodded at her question, his frown promptly replaced by a small smile. “Greer go north first. With Morg. Sköll-sister. Stay while. Greer go south—with mate. Kyna.” Explaining definitely was not something Greer was good at, but he was trying for his niece. “Now here. Aurora Heights. Greer pack. Greer home.” His head tipped to the side as he watched her take a seat, his silver eyes not once wavering from her ebony frame. “Willow ok. But not Greer-home.”