EMBER’s POV
"You mean that every practicing witch who is mated, would subconsciously kill their mates at the age of 20?" I asked in disbelief.
"Wrong," she said simply.
I squinted my brows in confusion. "Then, explain how this works. I need to know the damn truth because everything is shrouded in some mystery that makes me anxious."
"Can I trust you not to run away when I release you from that bubble?" She asked softly.
I took a deep breath. "I would not run away. You have my word," I said simply.
She looked me over, and then, she smiled. When she did, I got the feeling that she was happy. I had no idea what she was like when she got angry, and it was scary to even think about that at all.
She snapped her fingers, and I felt everything pull back in response to it. Then, I was moving
