BailaMy muscles ached as I stretched them out. My throat was a little sore and scratchy. I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I frowned at my comfortable position on the bed. The last thing I remembered from the previous night was sitting against the door as I waited for Nolan to leave before I could fall asleep.I did not remember getting into bed.The persistent pounding on my door grated my nerves.It was most likely Nolan. He was here to serve me more threats and warnings and tell me how stupid I had been for escaping. I would agree with him on the last part. It had been stupid of me to escape especially with no plan in mind.The pounding persisted, getting louder by the minute. I gritted my teeth, throwing the sheets aside and storming to the door. As much as I was ready to keep my mouth shut and swallow whatever bitter pill was coming my way, it was too early. The sun was barely even shining.I unlocked the door, throwing it open with an unnecessary amount of force.“What?” I hissed. M
BailaI ran through the forest, my bare feet crunching on dead leaves and branches. From a distance, I could hear the barking dogs assisting the guards in the hunt.The hunt for me.I ducked behind a tree when I found nowhere to hide. I tried to slow my breathing as I wrapped my hand around my necklace and prayed. With tears in my eyes, I lifted my head to the skies.The moon was covered by thick dark clouds. It would rain soon and the dogs would not be able to catch my scent, but I was afraid that the rain would make it difficult for me to escape. What had I done?I had been sent here to change things, to be a difference. Every last witch in the world was counting on me, and I had let them all down. I had done worse than disappoint them; I had repeated the same crime that started the witch hunt—a tradition I could have easily put an end to by winning the bride trials and marrying the high prince.When I closed my eyes, I could still see the horrified look on Ayesha's face.Ayesha!I
NolanIn the castle walls of house Caldore, I sat behind my table, looking at the list. A blinding headache was hindering me from fulfilling the list of duties I held in my hand. If the pain persisted, I would have to see a healer and postpone everything I planned to finish before morning.It was the day of my parents' death anniversary. I had made sure no one was at the river. The night guards included. I didn't want to think of the number of lives the river claimed every year on the day of my parents' death anniversary. If I had figured it out sooner, a lot of people would have been saved.At least, the past six years had gone by without a single person drowning in the river. I wondered if the witch's curse had continued even after my parents were dead.A million lives for one. A million by the river.I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. All those people had died for the sake of one girl. Witches were vindictive. I knew that now but I wished my parents had known just how vengefu
BailaI had a strange dream about a man with eyes so blue they frightened and entranced me at the same time. At first, he was a blue-eyed boy who got excited at the little things. His excitement and curiosity were infectious. I could hear his laughter as he ran through the meadow. Soon, he was a man with the same bright blue eyes. The only difference was that he had lost his excitement. His laughter was not as genuine and wild as it used to be.I felt it. The emotion that swallowed him whole was not sadness or trauma. It was loneliness. I could feel his pressing need to have someone and to belong somewhere. I wanted to hold him. I reached out for him but the world swirled into different colors around me.The dream changed, and I was drowning under the moon. I smiled up at the stars as hands reached down and pulled me to the surface. Frost. I heard the wind whisper. Air filled my lungs and I gasped awake.The bed was warm and comfortable. Bed?! I sat up, looking around. Someone had save
NolanI had backed away from Baila and chosen to stand in a corner far away from her. My heart thudded dangerously fast whenever I was near her.Twelve blasted hells!I had hoped with all my heart that I was wrong and yet when I kissed her, every sleeping part of me had awoken. She was the one. She was mine to protect.I watched her brown eyes gaze outside the window. I was certain she wanted to be free, to leave, but for some reason, she stood still with a lost look on her face.I couldn't let anyone know about her. Not yet.Goddess!The council. What would they say if I told them that my mate was a witch? I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if I should let her know or watch her walk away forever. The latter was a better option, but somehow, I knew it would be impossible to let her go."Can I stay for a few nights?" she asked.I looked at her. There were a lot of questions I should have asked her. Questions that were very important and necessary for the safety of my people. Instead, I
BailaI felt quite uncomfortable as I walked alongside Aaron, the captain of the guard. He kept his distance from me like I was a kind of virus that had no cure, but his right hand was always on the hilt of his sword. I was scared to even sneeze. The slightest movement from me could cause Aaron to cut me down. I was sure the captain would not hesitate to kill me.As we walked further and further away from Nolan's room, I wondered why Nolan had asked me about the spell. I had been dying. Surely, I couldn't have cast a spell. I couldn't rule out the possibility though. But my necklace had been around my neck the entire time I was drowning. Besides, I didn't know any spells to call out to a werewolf or any other creature.Mother!No. It couldn't be. My demon had been dormant but the other part of me wasn't. I had also been underwater. That was where the siren part of me thrived. Could that side of me have called out to Nolan?I had never used my siren power before or even tried to tap int
Baila"The queen was a fireball,"Sara started. "She was so fierce but kind and warm at the same time. She treated me like I was her daughter. When she died, I felt like I lost my mother. Anyways, she and the king had an arranged marriage. She wasn't too happy about it initially but in time, they fell in love. King Arlen was a kind man and Queen Ariadne was his world even after they had Nolan, he doted on her like she was everything. Ariadne used to scold him all the time. It was fun to watch them be together. I miss them but Nolan must miss them more especially since he was crowned king three days after their deaths. He was only ten."I found Sara's hand in the dark and held onto it, squeezing it comfortingly. Unlike Nolan, I still had family but it did not mean that I was less affected by the deaths of the king and queen."Does Nolan have a mate?" I asked. I was scared Sara would snap at me as Aaron did but so far, the royal physician had been nothing but nice to me."No, but I hope h
Baila"What?" I spluttered. My eyes were wide like saucers as I stared at the redhead.Aaron glared at me. Now, he chose to pay attention."You want to say that I'm your whore?" I frowned, confused. I did not understand what Sara was trying to do. Either way, I would still end up with the brand of a whore."No. A dancer. I had many dancer friends before I became.....well....this. All of them have travelled far away from the city. I could say that you're having money troubles and came to me for help. You can stay here for as long as you want with that excuse," Sara explained."Like hell, she can!" Aaron swore, approaching Sara. "You can not possibly think of vouching for her. If anyone ever finds out the truth, you'll be punished or worse,""You chose Aaron, why can't I?" Sara shrugged, straightening up and squaring her shoulders to face him.I had never seen Sara behave this way before but I hadn't known her long enough to come to that conclusion.Aaron grabbed her by the elbow, glarin