Rithian was not happy. Misa had arrived at the fountain half an hour after their appointed time. Their way to the secret training area was filled with passive aggressive insults that left Misa drained by the time they started.
The night’s lesson was similar to their first session, only this time, Rithian made sure to make it even more miserable. And, Misa had to chant the ancient witch tribe’s name over and over again to ingrain it in her instinctive spell.
Rithian sneered when Misa tried to bewitch her for the last time. “Not good enough. Why don’t you try another tactic?”
“I don’t get what you—”
“Why is it that when you bewitch me, all I get is a nasty taste at the back of my throat?”
Misa leaned back, trying to put even a little more distance between her and
