SIENNA
My instincts flared up at once and I summoned fire to the tips of my fingers, running into the room where the sounds came from. I wasn’t the one to hide.
But when I barged in into the huge drawing room of the mansion, a chill went down my spine. I saw three witches, wearing black from head to toe with hoods on and their faces covered, standing next to Aaron, who was tied to a chair and covered in cuts and blood. His elderly father was lying on the floor not far from him in a pool of his own blood, the stench of which hit my nostrils.
One of the warlocks and they all were male, turned to look at me and I was amazed at how black his eyes were. Not wasting time, I sent three fireballs, one at each of them. Only witches who used black magic had eyes like that!
Instinctively, I star
