Chapter 47 ~ I Don’t Trust Him

{Isla’s POV}

So I might have chatted with a Witch for a whole evening. But since we had been in a Meeting Hall, I might as well call it a meeting.

In fact, it should be called a meeting, with or without a meeting hall, because the contents of our dialogue were weighty enough to be tagged ‘important’.

Finally, I understood the severity of the situation I had gotten myself into.

You would think that being Cursed is the worst that can happen to you until you’re told that your deliverer was the same person that caused you to be cursed in the first place.

Fate is really playing games with me.

I know I had once played a similar game, but I’m done. I don’t want to play reckless games anymore.

The Ugly Old Witch had said getting with Cayden would fix everything and I had replied to her with 15 words.

“I would prefer to die of this torment than to get back with that Monster.”

Count it. It’s fifteen words, and I meant every single one of them.

Getting back with Cayden would be a to