Kayla POV.
I wanted to know the truth.
The ceremony was nearing its end.
I purposely asked the other warriors to leave first, pretending that there were some problems with the witchcraft, and left the postman behind.
At this point, we were the only two left in the room used to perform the ritual.
With little time left, I addressed him directly: "Hi, I hope you remember me; I'm also a resident of the town of Santa. Cruz."
"Of course I remember, Kayla; I used to send you letters." He responded calmly and lowered his voice.
He seemed a little frightened, and his eyes kept glancing unconsciously toward the door as he responded to me.
He seemed to be afraid that someone else could overhear our conversation.
I thought about it and said reassuringly.
"Don't worry, since this room is spe
