Chapter 45
- ELEANOR
- “I strongly disagree.” I freaked out, jerking up from the chair and banging my fist against the table in front of me.
- A surge of anger ran through my veins as I glared hard at the black witch, who stood in front of me. She had a black veil on; it covered her hair and her face. Her face had no expression, and her gaze was as cold as ice.