Sick

“And Minx, there’s something you need to know.” Gina said. She looked serious.

“What’s that?” Minx asked as she wiped the tears off her face. She had decided to call her mom later, at least, she knows that she doesn't despise her as she thought.

“You may not like to hear this.” Gina said but she continued anyway.

“I don’t think you can perform that spell again. I think it comes with a curse. Each time it works, you’ll be taking Gabriel closer to his death bed.” Gina said.

“Wh-What? H-How? I…I do-don’t understand.” Minx stuttered. She didn’t understand what her aunt meant by that. Drawing him closer to his death bed? What the fuck does that mean?

“Every spell demands a sacrifice and the sacrifice needed depends on the kind of spell. You are invoking him to the unreal world which is very close to the land of the dead. Each time you do that, you’re taking him closer to his end. I’m sure that he would be sick as we speak. You must not do that again, it’s dangerous.” Gina explained.

“B-But