THIRTY NINE

CAMILLE'S POV

"I..." I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

I was still reeling from the new vision I had gotten and the witch pointing a ball of hot fire in my face did not help matters one bit.

"Speak!" The witch shrieked as the fireball inched close.

"I am a sister," Ophelia yelled back in response.

My heart raced as tension crackled in the air. The witch holding me at bay with a ball of fire seemed to ease her stance at Ophelia's declaration. That shift gave me the slim opportunity to turn to Ophelia's side. Like me, there was a witch with Ophelia. She wielded a blade made entirely of air dangerously close to the nape of Ophelia's throat that it drew blood.

"A sister?" The one with the sword of air scoffed. "I do not know you."

"I am Ophelia Cottonwood," Ophelia retorted, clearly offended. "Practically a legend within these walls."

The mention of Ophelia's name seemed to ripple through the air, sparking recognition even in the face of scepticism.

"Cottonwood?" The