As I’m walking from Cyrus’s office, I send a text to Marcus, saying that I’m tired and that I’m going straight to bed. I’m not proud of lying to him, but it’s necessary. No one can know that I’m doing this. It’s better this way.
I lock the door of my bedroom, then take a seat behind my desk and pull out a sheet of paper. For a moment, I just stare at it, rethinking my decision. Then, I remind myself that even warrior witches don’t know how to move forward with the search. I have to do this.
Taking a deep breath, I grab a pen, then start writing a letter. It’s difficult to even think about the words that I’m trying to put to paper, but writing them down is on a whole different level. My hand twitches from time to time, trying to make me give in and start trembling. I don’t let it.
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