Chapter 41 A Foolish Hope

• The woman who stood in my room was like a haunting shadow, her presence making the air cold and heavy. She was a witch, no doubt.
• She was young, maybe even around Aria's age, but her eyes held an ancient look. They were dark and glowing, and they seemed to look right through me like they could see all the secrets I’d buried deep inside me.
• Her black robe seemed to be made of darkness itself, sucking up all the light in the room. It made her look even more unreal, more like a creature from a nightmare. A shiver went down my spine, a cold, creeping feeling that wasn’t fear. It was the feeling of being haunted, of being seen through like a glass.