“Shit,” I mumbled, locking the door and immediately followed Giofré downstairs. My heart almost fell out of my chest and my mind was in an uproar as I thought about what was coming next. Beads of sweat began to form on my temples, my knees were wobbling, as the heavy footsteps on the stairs echoed loudly in the hall. When Giofré noticed my sudden disconcertion, he stared at me in confusion once we got to the end of the stairs. “What’s going on?” he asked as we both breathed heavily. I gripped my thighs and slouched my back, trying to catch my breath. My temples throbbed and I felt as though blood started to drain off my face. “Someone saw us here,” I answered with worry filling my tone. “Shit.” He intertwined his fingers

“Do warlocks exist?” Agatha asked confusedly. Then the scenario Aunt Odessa showed me last time flashed in my head—how the werewolves remorselessly took the warlocks’ lives to grant the witches’ request, and how I just stood there, watching as it unfolded in front of me. I remembered the stench of smoke, blood, and the moist ground underneath us. And as I recalled all of it, the warlocks’ screams echoed in my head. I shut my eyes and swallowed nervously. “They existed. But they’re supposed to be completed. . . gone.”  “Warlocks. The male counterpart of witches,” Giofré pointed out as I nodded in response. “How did you conclude that he’s a warlock?"

Heat surged through my body, firing every ounce of my desire as I pressed my lips against his. When I ran a hand on his cheek, I felt him reach for my waist so I shifted. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him until our heated bodies collided. We engaged in a passionate kiss and every self-restraint I had completely vanished. I felt as though there wasn’t anything holding me back and I could free the feelings I caged for a while.   As I relished this moment, I was caught off-guard when he pulled away from our kiss, so I opened my eyes and saw the smug smirk on his lips. Chuckling softly, I avoided his burning gaze and bit my bottom lip. He’s getting back at me for doing this the first time. “I know what you’re doing,” I said and gav

I slowly fluttered my lids open, feeling a hard surface beneath me as my blurred vision started to become clearer. All I could see was void and the bars that gleamed under the dim light above me. I could hardly move my body like I was paralyzed and my eyes were daring to close again. But I was forced to flick my finger to, at least, feel my body. Pulling my hands closer to my sides, I put both of my palms on the ground and tried to lift my body from the floor. But as I was about to move my head up, the ground shifted and the sound of an engine halted, making me stumble back on the cold surface and banged my head. My temples throbbed and the back of my head tightened like my brain was about to explode. So I winced in torment and grasped the side of my skull to somehow relieve the tension, but it did nothing. I then placed a hand on my stomach where I felt the sharp needle burying inside me. It must be

By the time I knocked him down and went out of the room hastily, I was greeted by an empty hall containing some scraps and broken cement. Pieces of broken wood were sprawled on the dirty floor and wrecked furniture cluttered almost every corner. I had no idea where to go, and I was afraid to turn in the wrong direction and get caught. Aside from that, I needed to be careful crossing this massive hall for I was certain that if I hit the clutters, creating the slightest of sounds, it would echo loudly and they would hear it.  I had no idea where they hid Agatha, and I wasn’t supposed to leave this abandoned building without her. This was the least I could do to pay her back for what she’d done to us.  Despite my being clueless about which direction to go, I followed my insti