Everyone was taken aback when they looked at me, or rather, at my eyes.
I looked at my brother again, who had analyzed everything at this point.
"Why do you look so frightened of me, Lance?" I asked, trying to understand the unease in his expression.
"Astrid," he said, frowning.
"Lance," I called him.
"What is happening to you, my love?" He tried to approach me but was held back by a group of people.
"Let me go. She's my sister," Lance cautioned. They didn't stop him any further, allowing him to approach me.
"What's wrong with me, Lance?" I asked.
I knew there was something that everyone else could see, but I couldn't. My entire body was stinging, especially my eyes, as if a volcano were erupting from them.
"She is a witch!"
"She's been cast under a spell!"
"She carries somethin
