Cionna's POV
Marco's Restaurant
I watch Julien carefully at my words. I'm ready for any reaction he gives. Hell, I'm prepared to erase his memory of the last ten seconds if need be, but I want to try honesty first.
“Are you really a witch, Cionna? That's a bit far-fetched."
I roll my eyes at his response. It could have been worse, but of course, he doesn't believe me. I take my hand and tap the rim of my wine glass. A white light encases the glass and slowly it begins to float off of the table into the air. My eyes begin to eerily glow as I focus on lifting the object high into the air. Finally, I concentrate on the glass and watch as it transforms into a ballerina and spins in the air.
Slowly, I lower it back to the table with a hard thump. My focus wavers and my eyes return to thei
