~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"….by now my blood should have been on your hands and you would have been behind bars for killing me with your arrow."
I was left speechless as everything became frighteningly clear who she was and I slowly turned to face her.
She stood where I left her but the smile on her face was dangerous and daring.
She was a witch!
There were no two ways about it.
It was jarringly obvious.
From the birds on the tree by her chamber window to her rare beauty and knowing self.
Amongst all, I had also suspected that she may have bewitched Lauren into falling for her.
But whether that was true or not, I don't care. Lauren should have fought it, but instead he fell for her drastically.
'How pathetic and weak!'
My brain spat in disgust as I fully faced her.
She had already turned to look at me, so the moment I turned, our eyes locked.
A moment of silence passed between us as no one dared to speak. It was like we wanted everything to settle in.
