Chapter eighty two

Soft sunlight made its way into the room where Claire was asleep. She squinted her eyes at the sunlight.

Groaning, she checked the time and found out it was still quite early. Wanting to go back to sleep, a knock on the door stopped her.

She didn't have to check who it was. It was her maid who came to get her dressed for the trip with Abigail and other witches.

Claire gasped. She forgot to take the necklace from Abigail the day before. It was frightening. And the more frightening part, she could not remember her dream. It all seemed blank.

What happened? Did Kendrick manage to take her powers? With a thumping heart and shaky legs, Claire stood up from the bed and walked towards the window where a potted plant was kept. She didn't mind that she looked like someone who had crawled from the depths of hell. Her hair looked like it was played with by birds.

She took deep calming breaths as she stood in front of the pot. Please don't let her fears be true. She raised her hands and command