Chapter Twenty-Two
*Mila*
“What were you thinking?!” Clarice shouts, busting into my bedroom. She’s frazzled, her dark curly hair a mess, and her large brown eyes wide and bloodshot. “You’ve basically given yourself away! They’re going to know that you’ve been training, and who do you think they’re going to assume has been training you?! Obviously the only other witch here!”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, yawning and sitting up in my bed. Hmm, strange. I don’t remember coming up to take a nap.
“You killed Hector!” She exclaims, throwing her hands dramatically in the air.
I laugh, because she has to be joking… except she doesn’t look like she is… she looks dead serious. “What do you mean I killed Hector?! You haven’t taught me enough to kill anyone!”
“You flew him straight thr
