“Your father was a great man,” Annabella says as she hands me a warm tankard. The contents smell horrendous but the witch slowly pushes my hands toward my face. I gag as I sip it, surprised that the warm liquid tastes of nothing. I am sitting in a large bed beside her. I’m not sure not sure how I got here but I can't complain about the comfort the bed provided. I find myself glancing back toward Felix, who is currently leaning against the doorway, and he keeps meeting my gaze with confusion. Jasmine sits at the foot of the bed with a book on her lap. Neither of them looks like they want to be here and I can’t figure out why they are sitting in here with me.
“So I’ve heard,” I mutter, turning my eyes toward the dark liquid.
“Many mourned his death,” she continues, “look, Alaina, I know th
