LUIS's POVClaire ignored the people behind her and started walking towards me. Her whole body was still surrounded by the white aura, and her demeanour still sent cold shivers down my spine. Everything about Claire was different. It felt like I was looking at Claire, but at the same time seeing someone completely different.Claire stood in front of me, gazing at me menacingly. She stood there for a few seconds before crouching down to me.“Stay still, I will heal you now,” she said, her voice void of life.She did not sound as bubbly as she always did, like the Claire he knew. Claire undid the ropes from my body and I breathed a sigh of relief. As she cast a healing circle around me, I could not help but keep my gaze on her. I could not begin to fathom how she had changed within a number of minutes. Was it the beating she had suffered in the hands of her father? Or was it something she had been told? I could definitely hear her father speak to her, but I was too far away to make ou

CLAIRE's POVI stood by the side of the post office building, waiting for Luis to finish with posting the letter to Dominik. My eyes trailed my surroundings, looking for a source of entertainment. For a small village, the whole streets were filled with people. There were stalls on each side of the street, selling mostly food and snacks. Curiously and since I had nothing better to do, I walked away from the building and into the crowd of people.My eyes trailed each stall, but I soon zoned out into my thoughts. The last moments before I tossed Enzo out of window replayed in my head. He had this terrified look etched on his face. It was pitiful, but there was this strange feeling coursing through me.I had felt no remorse for him and delighted in his suffering. He deserved it after all the things he had done to me after I had trusted him. And my father, I scoffed at the thought of him. I was ready to end his life there and then, but Luis had stopped me. Now I was regretting why I did

CLAIRE's POVI watched as the men, which Luis had referred to as bandits encircled us slowly. They were really hellbent on taking me away. The man, who I had guessed to be the leader began to approach me slowly. Luis stood in front of me, in an attempt to engage the man. The man chuckled and signalled for his men."You are not the one I want, and you are in the way," He said, with a menacing stare."You will not be able to touch her, as long as I am here," Luis retorted.The man chuckled an within the blink of an eye, three of his men surrounded Luis. They grabbed Luis by the arm and flung me to the opposite direction, away from me. My head spun to his direction and I saw him pushing himself up from the floor. Luis was a good fighter, I had nothing to worry about, but would he be able to take on three men all by himself? My heart dropped when more men encircled him."Hey, your attention should be on me beautiful,"My head snapped forward and my eyes fell on the man. He was walking tow

CLAIRE's POVI stormed down the hallways, eager to find the empress. Where was her office again? As I walked by, I got stares and waves from witches I recognised from my last stay here. I ignored them however and kept walking. I did not have time for meaningless greetings. I slowed down when the image of Emmaline's hurt face appeared in my mind. My words hurt her, but they did not matter to me. If I was asked why I behaved that way, I would not be able to give a definite reason why.The moment Danica and Emmaline ran up to me, I got a sudden flash, like a memory of Bianca. She was standing there, instead of them. Seeing her made me rage and I was filled with bitterness once again. I could not trust anyone anymore, especially my so called friends. I could stabbed in the back by them at any moment.I hastened my steps once again, until I heard the empress's voice, coming from a room on the far left. I walked up to the room and observed that the door was slightly ajar. From the small ope

CLAIRE's POV “As you know, spells are divided into classes, which are elements. Fire, water, wind and earth,” Aunt Axera said as she paced in front of me. I stood rigidly to the ground, palms made into tight fists as I listened to her. Her eyes found me and she continued.“Some spells differ however, like the healing and protection spell. There is one more spell, one which I will not mention.”I cocked my head with my eyebrows raised. I wanted to question her on what spell she was talking about, but the look on her face told me that she was not willing to talk about it.So, I reserved my question, waiting on her. “Now, these elements each have grades, or levels. If you want to become a very strong witch, then, you would need to be able to cast a grade five spell with ease.”“Grade five?”Aunt Axera nodded. “Yes. Grade five is the highest level for any spell.”I swallowed hard. Grade five. It seemed far and out of my reach, but I wanted to get there no matter how gruelling this trai