Lila We had been training for a while and I was getting tired but I couldn't stop, not now, not until I was sure who the real enemy was. "Ugh!" I groan out loudly when my mother uses her magic to sweep me across the room, making me land hard on the wall. I stagger to my feet, trying to ignore the
Always. "So what? I'm supposed to run out of this room into the hands of two witches whose motifs I still don't know?" "You followed Abigail even when you knew nothing about her." I could feel the accusation in her voice. "If you would give me some peace, maybe I would be able to devise a way to
Lila Surprisingly,my mother never came to my room instead, Matilda did. "Hi." She greets upon entering. "Hi?" The air around us became awkward. "You sure look a lot like your mom." She smiles, folding her hands and resting on the wall. I sit up, staring at her until I noticed the blood on her c
"Your mother has done worse than you can imagine just to get what we have wanted for so many centuries. None of this would have had to happen if our clan didn't disregard the hybrid's quest to learn about magic. Your grandmother had been a party to that, your mother turned out a hybrid too and now,
Olivia "What are you talking about?" I ask her, concluding that I had misheard her. "Exactly what you heard me say." The smile tugging at her lips only proved that I hadn't misheard her. "You can't be serious. My mother would never…." "You barely even know her, Lila. Are you seriously defending
Miguel I never let go of the dagger, occasionally looking at it to make sure it hadn't done worse than what the witch had done. "Why do you think she didn't kill you?" Black asked. "Isn't it obvious, she's only going to use this; use me, against Lila." I answered him, grunting at the end. There
Miguel My eyes were closed but I could still hear some sounds like the gentle whistles of the lake and the whispers of the wind. There was something else…… I barely had enough strength to keep my eyes open. If I decided to listen to that extra sound that I could not quite make out, I wouldn't be
Lila I placed my hand on his wound, unsure of what to do next. Matilda had told me that once I took the dagger out, he would be fine but that wasn't what happened. Instead of getting better just as she had said, Miguel went unconscious. I laid him on the rocky soil, still with my hand on his wou