I stared at the computer screen for few minutes before realizing the meaning of this message – someone helped me covering the truth. The signature said, “the friendly witch”, but could I really believe that? Whoever it was, this person had to know a lot about me, perhaps about whole witch my family as well. Additionally, that person had the information about everything that had happened between me and Barlow, the real story. There was no way that someone like Barlow was allergic to almost everything. No person would hazard living such promiscuous life and hooking up with girls in storages, knowing it might trigger a severe allergy! Basing on what Samil told, I could assume that the doctor, or even few doctors along with their patient – Barlow, were all brainwashed. Only a magnificent witch could cast a spell like that easily. All the more reason I should find out who sent me the message. I decided to write back.
“Who are you? What are your reason
Asher smirked looking me in the eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to drive a wedge between Samil and me. I had to react fast.“J-just when did I become your “friend”?!” I shouted in panic, forcefully taking my hand away from him and wiping off the place he kissed.“Oh, Kass don't be like that. With all the time we spent together now you are treating me like a stranger?” he chuckled.I literally wanted to kill him, but that moment I was more terrified of Samil's reaction. He glared at the both of us and smirked. Did he believe Asher's words that easily?!“He is lying. I met him briefly while Mr. Romero was showing me the garden!” I explained frantically looking at Samil with pleading eyes.Samil's expression became indifferent, his gaze felt like a sword piercing my heart. It proved mercilessly that the trust that he gave me was more fragile than a thin crystal glass. I kept stepping cautiously aroun
Samil behaved like nothing happened until the rest of the day, he also didn't mention what was his thoughts on everything I told him previously. Perhaps, he simply noted it and didn't want to discuss it further, but him being silent about that matter made me anxious. Nonetheless, I decided not to worry in advance, I had a lot of other problems on my mind, like finding out the identity of the mysterious witch. I went back home and kept thinking how did she know what happened, was someone observing me? Was I under some kind of “witch surveillance”? I also wondered how much she knew about me. Was she aware of the kissing spell, and that “my one and only” was actually immune to my magic? And what if she knew how I could break the kissing spell…?! That last thought got me amazingly thrilled. Suddenly, I started looking forward to the mystical invitation. Certainly, I couldn't forget that she might have been someone incredibly dangerous, powerful, as well as knowledgeable,
The mysterious “Sister” walked deeper into the hallway, I followed her.“What is your name? It feels slightly weird calling you “Sister”, I would rather call you by a given name…” I called walking right behind her.She chuckled and stopped, then turned around and looked me up and down.“I don't have a name… I used to have a name a long time ago, but I already forgot the sound of it,” she smirked.I couldn't tell if she was joking, or telling the truth, but that made me extremely curious…“H-how old are you?” I muttered nervously.“You might say that I am literally antient,” she chuckled.“H-how…?!” I gasped.“It's rather easy, if you carry enough of power within you, the magic can make one limitless,” she explained nonchalantly.I got closer keeping up her pace, trying to take another look at her fa
That night I found out about the gruesome way break my magical bound with Samil. The solution that the mysterious witch told me was simple – whether he dies… or I die. I had hidden the fact how badly I felt attracted to him, I didn't walt to tell her about the demon's seal either. I shared enough of information about me for the first meeting.The fact that Sister didn't bat an eye while suggesting killing someone, made me wonder if she grew indifferent towards human life and death over the years. If so, the decrease of her moral values along with her overwhelming power was making her deadly dangerous creature…I wasn't certain if taking magical lessons from someone like her would have been a wise choice, yet she could be my only option to learn how to control my natural abilities. It was tempting enough to take the offer despite of the risk. I was already aware that she wasn't fond of the Borda family, I wondered how deep her hatred went. I guessed,
The sound of alarm clock brought me back. I woke up heavily panting, my heart was beating so loud I could feel it in my eardrums. My whole body was trembling while brain kept processing what happened to me. Was it Sister's words that triggered this… whatever it was I saw, or was it my own magic trying to tell my something?I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was strong a connection between Immara and me. Could she really be me from the past? Could we really share the same soul? It still sounded surreal, but I knew I had to find some way to find out who she was. Moreover, that person in the black hood… it couldn't be a coincidence that he looked exactly like Samil, could it? Certainly, there was a probability that it was my mind playing a trick on me, that my vision mixed real, past events with my imagination, and I unconsciously placed Samil there, because he was almost always on my mind…I wished I could dream a little longer, I wished I c
Samil gazed at the CFO with a satisfied smirk. Basing on their characters, I could guess they were not just “good friends”, they were more like brothers… or even twins sharing a collective mind. They were both cold, calculative, and uncompromising. Mr. Havet stood up from his chair and walked towards the presentation screen.“Can you go back to your first slide?” he asked, or rather ordered the assistant who showed the presentation.The young female flinched, her hands started shaking, she barely managed to hold the remote control, I took her a while before she pressed the right button. Mr. Havet observed her composedly standing right next to her. As soon as the slide appeared on the screen, he pointed on few basic points presented there.“Are you the one responsible for that load of nonsense?” he asked her, smiling maliciously.“I-I-I… only prepared… the presentation,” she stated stutte
I wondered why I couldn't shut up and tell myself that it didn't concern me. Now, the whole department was watching me, and I could easily predict that if I failed to save them, they would blame me instead of feeling a little thankful that I tried… The CEO chuckled as he most likely found my desperate attempt of saving the entire department's jobs amusing. That moment I wished I could be as calculated as he was, I wouldn't get myself into trouble again. I looked at the CFO, he was smiling at me, impatiently waiting to hear my idea. I immediately realized that I burst out without even thinking about it thoroughly, but I knew I had to pretend as I knew exactly what I was doing. “My idea is to use our website and social media more actively…” I began. I instantly heard groans of disappointment and discontent extending into the room. So much for giving me courage to speak… I started to regret my rush decision even more. I was irked, but I decided to continue despi
I stood at the threshold petrified for few seconds, then I turned to Samil and Mr. Havet. “D-did you see that…?” I was seeking confirmation that I wasn't the only one. “Yes…” Mr. Havet replied, “It might be a reporter hoping for a good scoop, but it might be also something worse than that…” he sighed. “Mr. Philips…?” Samil turned to the concierge with a deadly glare. “I deeply apologize on behalf of the Grand royal restaurant… You obviously have our full cooperation in solving this outrageous situation,” he bowed down. “We need your surveillance footage,” Samil demanded. “Certainly,” the concierge bowed even lower, more apologetically and left us to prepare the recordings. We walked inside the private room, Mr. Havet closed the door. Samil took his phone out to make a call. “Someone dared to take pictures of us, he wore a cap, didn't have any backpacks with him, so he might be going by a motorcycle or a car, instead of