Chapter 145

CARTER’S POV

I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror. I looked like I was hexed. Considering I had no idea what Luciano stabbed me with, I guess I could be hexed.

Hexes were the worst, it was also George’s best guess. If he was right then there was no way out of this for me. I would walk a slow pain filled journey to my death.

Curse Nadia. What did I ever do to her for her to do this to me? Not only did she tell other witches not to help me, if this was really a hex then it would not matter who wanted to help.

Only the witch who places the hex can remove it. I had been in so much pain lately, I actually tried calling her. All my calls went straight to voicemail.

In hindsight, leaving threats on her voicemail may not have been the best approach. I did leave an apology, but she still has not called back.

I would find a way, I was not going to go down like this.

“Max!” I called out. He ran in seconds later.

“Any idea where Ciara has been since yesterday?” I asked him.