Jasmine POV
“Circe! What the hell is happening to me?! Is the cloaking spell wearing off already? I thought you said I still had a week before we would have to rebind the new identity,” I stormed into the cells and screamed. After Gio basically kicked me out of his house, I rushed straight here; there was no one else on earth who I wanted to see.
“You don’t have a week; you have four days remaining, mistress. Your image is still perfectly intact,” the old witch replied.
“Perfectly intact, my ass! Gio knows that something is up. And it felt like a f*****g alien was trying to burst out of my stomach when we were talking. Fix it! Now!” I demanded.
“Fix what exactly? If your cover story is falling apart, that’s not my problem. And if you’re going to have a tantrum like a pet
