Time seems to have come to a standstill and the slow ticking in my head grows louder with each passing second. The woods around me no longer feel welcoming. Instead, I get the sensation that the trees are creeping closer; the moon is getting dimmer; the lake is becoming restless. I don’t move my eyes from the white, smoking strand of hair. I can’t.
What Nan is saying can’t be possible.
And yet…
“What?” Marcello shakes his head, trying and failing to shake off his disbelief. He places both hands on his waist and stares at Nan, demanding an explanation. “What do you mean a witch has cursed her?”
“I am as sure about this as there is a moon in the sky.” She asserts, looking at me as the breeze picks up. “I sensed an unnatural energy coming from you, which is why I took a strand of your hai
