Inside Damian’s room, Sylvia sat next to him on top of the bed. He still had his eyes closed but at least he was breathing. The old man assured her he would be alright.
After what the old man told her, she felt like a b***h. She remembered it now, the day he captured her. Queen Monica had just died, she and a few others decided to leave when Hazel became a queen, with Sebastian’s help. They formed a group of their own but Sylvia had been obsessed with only one thing. To find the person who truly killed Monica. People said she died from the deadly poison but she didn’t believe it. Perhaps the poison aided her death but it wasn’t the only thing. She remembered hearing voices that faithful night.
The three elder witches, they were right there, along with someone else whose voice she could n
