"Why is this bitch here?"
"You just thought, Why is this bitch here, didn't you?" she said, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile as her gaze settled on me like she had already read my thoughts from the start.
Her golden eyes locked onto mine, sharp and glinting under the light, and that alone sent a slow, uncomfortable shiver crawling down my spine.
It wasn't just intimidation.
It felt like being seen through, like every layer I had was peeled back without her even trying.
It was only natural to react that way.
Witches weren't exactly rare.
People threw the word around casually, but the real meaning carried weight.
A witch was someone who had mastered dark magic, or at least came close to it.
That kind of magic wasn't something you picked up in a few months of practice or some half-assed training session. It was difficult, painfully so, and just as dangerous as it was powerful.
