EMILY
I didn't want him to worry, so I endured all the discomforts the storehouse inflicted upon me.
Mirabel certainly did not want any witches in the storehouse, that was abundantly clear.
The herbs were suffocating and seemed to be omnipresent, clinging to the walls, hanging from the ceiling—everywhere. The intricate markings on the ceiling were designed to strip witches of their powers, and as they were ancient, well, they were intensely effective. Furthermore, there were objects scattered about, ancient cursed objects that evoked unimaginable terror in the minds of any witches who encountered them.
Being here was so not a vibe.
As Nolan now hurriedly ran to the cabin with me in his grasp, I looked at him and memories of dreaming about him flooded my mind. While, even for us witche
