THE RITUAL

EVANORA’S POV

I remained in my position, watching the witch and my dad turn to face me.

“You called for me.”

They both looked surprised to see me, my dad’s expression quickly changing as he moved towards me to put his arms around me. “Yes, I did. We-”

“Don’t touch me,” I cut him off, taking his arms off my shoulder. “You seem to have forgotten how things are between us. Say whatever you want to say without touching me.”

“Of course,” he seemed a little hurt but I couldn’t care less. “A ritual would be taking place today. It’s a pre-wedding ritual in which the witch officially gives you her blessing.”

“Yeah, I heard that already,” I replied to him, exchanging quick glances with the witch. “Say something else. I heard that part already.”

“Evanora,” he let out a sigh. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

“Eavesdropping isn’t really the appropriate word to use,” I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t want to be here. I was dragged here without my will and wasn’t told to close my ears or li