(WITCH BLOOD)
ARIANNE’S POV
‘ARIANNE LOCKHEART!’
I gasped, jolting up awake from the dream, no, a nightmare that was so realistic that I could still feel the fear and sheer coldness of the brush of death that I just saw in that lucid dream. As my sweat still forms on my forehead, I grasp my blanket tight as that hunting dream is ringing over and over inside my mind.
“A witch?” I whisper, thinking about that word and the meaning that in my dream it is more than pointing out to me that I am a descendant of the convent.
The bloodline of the curse people that the first emperor Maverick eradicated to extinction. An impossible thing knowing that and everyone else that the blood of the witches is all dead and gone. And that I as one is---
“Just what does it mean?” My cut thoughts and ques
