I point my finger at Kir in an accusatory way, repeating my words again. But this time, my voice comes out desperate, like a call for help. “You knew,” I breathe out, unable to believe it. My mentor stares at me for a long moment before sighing.
“Of course, I knew. The warrior witches report to me about the most important matters,” he admits, suddenly seeming much smaller than he actually is. I clench my jaw, trying to calm the storm raging inside my mind. It’s threatening to erupt out of me any moment and I can’t afford to lose control now.
“Why didn’t you do anything about it then? And why did you keep the truth from the entire supernatural world? Why can’t we know that there’s a f*****g murderer out there, killing the only group of people that is ready to protect us?!” I burst out, un
