“So then I stab this through your heart, and when I pull it out the poison will spread through your body. Then you will come back to life and then we do the spell.” Kael finished explaining. He held a silver dagger in his hands like it was a toy, playing around with it and occasionally pointing it at Michael or at myself.
“Very funny,” I responded. Michael looked absolutely horror-struck to have to go through that, he often took Kael’s word as the holy gospel. “What is the actual task Kael?”
Kael grinned back at me, while Michael let out a deep breath. We were in one of the study rooms on the second floor, though this wasn’t one the witches often used because it had a window in it. They preferred the darker candlelit rooms, and Kael was already old enough to easily stomach the sun.
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