Everyone went silent for a minute, their heart beating faster than ever as they all stared at the candle whose flame had died down completely. It was not a good sign.
Fleur held on to Noah’s sleeve, her heart in her throat as she stared wide eyed at the portrait of her sister. There was no source of air to make an excuse that the candle died down because of the wind. The room was completely packed just like the necessity of the ritual. The room was actually getting suffocating due to lack of air in it.
“ Oh my god. . . “ Alice whispered as she looked at the portrait too. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears at the implications of this action. Their scent mixed together did not form a very good aroma in the air, it was suffocating to the point. “ This is not right. This is not right
