The drive back seems to take an eternity. We’re all gathered in one car, one of the warrior witches driving us. The rest of them are sitting in the other car, guarding France, so she wouldn’t try to escape them.
I’m still in a phase of shock. I can’t believe that she made me believe she was this carefree, badass warrior witch, when in fact she was murdering people all along. The thought of not being able to see through her, terrifies me. And grounds me.
I always thought of myself as a good judge of character. But this … It made me realize I’m not even close to that. It might be easy to read my peers, who don’t have that much experience with hiding behind masks. But this has shown me that I’m no match for the real world.
Jake is holding my hand tightly the entire ride, like he’s afraid I
