A Salem Witch
The night had been going so well.
Maica had the best seat in the house at the corner of the bar, nursing a large mug of ale. She had been there for hours, enjoying the atmosphere of the best pub in Salem and the buzz of the conversations going on around her.
But then he had walked in.
By the Balance, she thought to herself. If it isn't the most attractive man I have ever seen.
He was an attractive man with dark hair, a strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes. He stood out in the crowd of locals, and she could not help but notice him. He seemed a little out of place, but he moved with a confident grace that she found irresistible.
She had watched him for some time, her eyes lingering on his broad shoulders and chiseled features. When he finally looked her way, their eyes
