Mirena had a very long dream.
It began the way most of her nightmares did—quietly from her days back in the orphanage.
That day, she was in the library, tucked into a far corner where the shelves cast long shadows and no one ever bothered to look.
The smell of old paper and dust clung to the air, offering a sick sense of comfort that others found weird. Her legs were folded beneath her, a book resting on her knees and her finger tracing the words as if they were the only solid things in the world.
That was peace for her. Unfortunately, the little moment was shattered.
“Still hiding with books, weirdo?”
The familiar shrill voice felt like a hammer against her peace.
However, Mirena didn’t look up. She already knew who it was. Dahlia and Rene.
The two witches who'd
