Ares P.O.V.
“You’re not the boy I cursed,” the witch said, as she leaned down to inspect me further.
Her brows pinched in the center, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. She stood forward again, only tightening the grip of the darkness that I could not even budge. I even tried rewinding time on it, but this darkness has always been darkness. All I did was make it more potent by rewinding time on it. I was stuck, wrapped the same way mom wraps her victims in a cocoon of shadows, only this isn’t shadows, it is pure dark evil.
“You hold the curse, so you must be his son, and he must be dead. Pity, I wanted to toy with him when he got older. I guess I waited too long,” she sighed like she really was that disappointed.
I wanted to speak, to ask all the questions that were racing i
