WINTER I knew what I had to do when I saw that cloth drenched in blood. I’ve wasted too much time thinking that all the bad things that have been happening to us is just as a result of coincidence and occasional bad decisions, especially the ones Patrick made till the day he died. I know why all this is happening and I’m going go face her one on one. I’m going to face Isador; the problem. She either tells me how to fix it or she tells me how to fix it, they’re no two ways about it. I don’t know why I thought a knife with me to fight a witch but it kind of helps me feel safe. The only problem I have now is Hunter. Why the hell is even following me, I know he doesn’t think that I can take care of myself but this is outrageous, I’m not a child that can’t play with sharp objects. He looked like a cat got stuck in his throat when he saw me holding the knife, his eyes were practically yelling all the emotions he was feeling at the moment; fear, shock, indecision, resignation. . . ever
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