Chapter 12

Naomi

The place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.

The members of his coven appeared to be... well, polite? Tobin and Ataz graciously escorted me upstairs, their footsteps light and almost ethereal. I caught a whiff of a subtle, earthy scent as we ascended, mingling with the faint aroma of incense that wafted through the air. Meanwhile, downstairs, C