“I don’t think that Ivy had just gone shopping,” Athena said, her face was pale like a white sheet. “This all seems like a mind-spell to me.”
“Mind-spell?!” Tristan asked, as his heart thrummed in his chest. “What the hell is that?”
“It is a spell that the witches use to control the minds of the others in a certain way. I am sure that Ivy was manipulated in some way. Or else she just wouldn’t disappear from here.”
Tristan felt like he would faint on the floor. The thought that Ivy was again in his enemy’s hands sickened him. He wanted her back now.
“I am going to his manor,” Tristan said, moving to the entrance.
“No, stop,” it was Thompson who held his hand. “It could be a trap. We should have to think twice before we end up making any moves.”
Tristan got so much furious. Until that
