Sia - POV
“Why don’t you help me?” a blend of fury and desperation pushed my voice to the next level. She sighed.
“I can’t cooperate with no one or do any magic.” In a laid-back tone. Then arrange the potion jars into a straight line. To my surprise, she added nothing more when I stared at her.
“I know you’re exiled from your coven.” At the mention of that subject, her eyes glowed with rage. Because of this, I halted, unsure of what to say to persuade her to help me.
“I can offer money in the future, but I need your help right now,” I spoke out, and she gave me a curious glance before returning her gaze to the table. My plight goes unanswered by this lady, and she refuses to even talk to me. Desperation and rage were taking a toll on me.
“I need no money. I already have a lot.” she qu
