Chapter 92

I stepped out of the airplane. There stood a black car with two men standing beside it. A woman stood by the passenger seat looking in her early thirties. 'Hello, Mrs Rutherford, welcome to London." She welcomed. 'Thank you, Mrs鈥� ' ' Just call me Joyce. Honestly, I have the odds." ' Well, Mrs鈥� sorry Joyce. I still don't understand why I have to be here. I don't have magic and I don't practice witchcraft either, so why am I coming to the White Sister's house." ' I suppose your husband did tell you everything you need to know about the White Sisters. ' ' Yeah, he did. Maybe I'm the one who doesn't understand what he said." ' Well, good thing you are here. Shall we?" She ushered me into the car. ' Take us to the camp." She told the driver. We started our journey to who-knows-where. 'So, you were saying?" 'Yes, back to what I was saying. White sister's camp is a place where we train people like me and you for a specific purpose. You don't have to be a witch before you visit the