Logan’s POV
“Alina, try and relax. I promise you it will be over quickly, and the worst part is just a finger prick to write your name on the oath with your blood,” I repeated for the third time as I watched her pacing the softly furnished living room, biting her nails. She nodded as if she was listening, but from the vacant look on her face, I knew she was miles away. I walked over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders to steady her. She looked up into my eyes and all I saw was worry and uncertainty.
“Alina. It will be fine, I promise. And I will be here with you every step of the way,” I tried to reassure her.
She finally released a long-drawn-out breath.
“Sorry. It’s just I have never met a witch before, let alone the most powerful dark witch in the world,” she returned to her
