Chapter Hundred and Seven: He Needs Me

The interior of the castle was just as regal as the exterior, and it was filled with women. Whenever ordinary people toured the inside of Dracula’s castle, the witches had some sort of magic that created an illusion, so that when the ordinary people came in, they only saw what they're supposed to see.

As we sprinted through the halls, I noticed there was not a single man in sight. I wondered if they had no male witches.

There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but Devyn was practically dying and we were running out of time.

We arrived at the healing room and Devyn was placed on a bed, while four women surrounded him. They were draped in deep purple dresses and they all wore a unique-looking ring on their fingers.

They all had shocked expressions on their faces as we all watched the poison trailing Devyn’s skin, creeping up on his neck.

“I don't know how he's still alive, but we have to hurry before the poison spreads completely,” one of them said in a panicked voice that made m