Chapter 148 Pursuit For A Witch

• He raised a finger, pointing at her with deadly calm. “If you ever lay a finger on her again…” He let his hand drop slowly, the threat lingering in the air. “You will regret it.” His voice was low, but the danger behind it was unmistakable.
• Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving Victoria behind in her misery. A scream tore from her throat, echoing through the halls as she hurled whatever she could get her hands on. I could hear the sharp crashes of objects shattering, each sound piercing through my already fragile state. And with each crash, my guilt deepened.
• I was beginning to hate myself.