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ADRIANA

After my failed attempt at getting Alaina to show her face. I pretended I was done with that. But I was just biding my time. That knot I felt in my stomach a few days ago has returned. And it keeps getting worse as the days pass by.

I’m sick and tired of being locked in this in between. I had no better words to call it. The fact that I was missing Xander of all people should tell you I’ve hit beyond rock bottom.

“You’re not ready yet.” Alaina kept insisting whenever I asked for a way out of this.

I’d been lying down and staring at the ceiling not long ago when it clicked that she only gave me one way out of this. And I remember mum telling me witches don’t create one way out of their traps. There are multiple. Some easier than others. It seems like she gave me the hardest option because it doesn’t explain why she didn’t give any alternatives.

When I told her this. She laughed in my face. Or I assumed it was in my face. The laugh had sounded extremely obnoxious.

“You shoul