STARLETTE
Bella let out a heavy sigh of relief, and I exhaled sharply, though still in shock. Never in my wildest dream did I imagine that the witch I came seeking for was the daughter of the elder.
Emelia turned her gaze to me, a wide smile spreading across her lips as she pulled me into her arms. “It’s been so long. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”
I pushed the shock in me to a hideous depth and replaced it with a cheerful demeanor. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Come with me,” she said, helping Bella up and wrapping her arms around our shoulders as she led us out of the gloomy room.
“Be careful, Amelia. These wolves are not to be trusted.” Her father called after her.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I trust this one.” She assured him before we exited the room.
We walked through the
