Amelia’s pov
He held my hand in reassurance. I took a deep breath and turned around looking at the floor while biting my lips.
I tightened my hold on his hand and raised my head in courage. I faced the witch and shivered from her hard look. She was gazing at Ashton in pure hate and anger.
She was walking nearer as the lightbulb in the room started going on and off giving a more scary vibe to the situation.
I noticed her hand go behind her back and catch something. Suddenly, she raised it closer to Ashton’s face but I was quicker to stand in the middle and take it from her hand.
“What are you trying to do?”I yelled in anger.
“Don’t you want me to help you? You said you will do anything I want”she dared me raising a challenging eyebrow.
