Winter POV
I can hear voices above me, distant, like they are talking underwater and it's frustrating. But the last bit is clear and my eyes flash open as I grasp Vanessa's arm, before she can spill any blood from the goblet into my lips and tell her "I'm going to kill you."
I swing up and dart to the side, eyeing her with nothing but contempt. Everyone else is frozen. Vanessa seems to be in shock.
"How is it that you are immune to my spells?" she croaks, dropping the goblet with a clang.
I shrug. I actually don't know. What I do know is that I feel powerful, strong, like there's something pumping through my veins. I'm different but I like this feeling. It's addicting. I feel like I can take on the world, but my main concern right now is the b***h in front of me. She's going down and
