As I wait for Cyrus to finish talking on the phone, I keep my eyes glued on that warrior. I’m not just curious, I’m desperate to know why my mom keeps sending warrior witches at me. What does she get out of it? And why exactly warrior witches? So there are even fewer left to fight her?
“There, it’s done. They’re coming,” my mentor brings me out of my thoughts. I turn my head towards him shortly, nodding, before looking back at the warrior. I stare at the unconscious man in silence, afraid that Cyrus’s spell is going to stop working sooner or later.
“He won’t wake up until I feel like it,” he informs me in a quiet tone, but I still don’t look at him. “Evelyn. Look at me,” he calls me as I don’t respond with a single word.
I keep quiet for a moment longer, then finally answer him. “Someon
