Red in anger, I took the painting off the wall and hurled it on the floor. The sound of the crystal hitting the ground was earsplitting, yet the damn cursed object didn’t break!
I placed it underneath my shoe and stomped on it as hard as I could, but the object was as stubborn as its master. Madame Long’s face was what I imagined as I attempted to crush it like an angry bull.
“It’s pointless to try to break an enchanted object. You must set it on fire and bury it somewhere away from your home, preferably a graveyard,” said Alistair.
“Ugh!” I grunted and moved away from that cursed thing as I shouted profanities at it in my head.
“Desmond told me not to leave my room, let alone my house. Would it be okay to toss it in the trash can outside my house for now?”
“No. Unless you want mor
