Chapter 73
Annalise
“What do you know about the mark on me? Did you put it there? Do you work for Petunia? Is this another trap?” My voice was sharp and cold, cutting through the eerie silence of the forest. I tightened my grip on the dagger, my eyes darting between the midnight blue-haired guy and the kneeling crowd.
The tension grew thicker when one of the old women in the crowd spoke up, her voice shaky but firm. “Anassa doesn’t sense us.”
The midnight-haired guy’s head snapped toward her, his golden eyes flashing. “She will!” he barked, his voice echoing through the clearing. The old woman immediately quieted, and the crowd collectively stilled as if the weight of his words demanded silence.
“Who is this ‘Annassa’?” I demanded, my voice laced with confusion and anger.
“It’s you,”
