"Witches are very good at what they do. They know how to use words to get you where they want you. Usually, they give you wine until you pass out and you wake up with a cursed burn." He sighed and shrugged.
"But that wasn't the case for you." I put two and two together and he nodded.
"Unfortunately, not." Thaniel stepped away and placed his hands into his pockets, staring out the window.
"I'm sorry." I chewed on my bottom lip and gazed over the shelves of books.
"She was crueler, much crueler than most. I was eighteen and naïve, much like you." Thaniel slightly smirked over his shoulder, and I groaned. "I met her in college. We were studying for similar majors. I easily fell for her because she was smart and witty. She seemed to understand me, and we got along really well. Hit it off,
