NOLAN
“And if they aren't?” I had wondered aloud, my racing heart betraying the calm facade I kept on the outside.
Mum had only told me how she intended on identifying the blood witch, she refused to tell me how she would heal herself.
“Patience, Nolan, mother has it all planned out,” Mum had said, smiling, a glare in her stare burying fear in my heart.
Oh, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to check on Emily, you know, find out how she was faring. But a sense of guilt unlike any I had ever faced tore me up from the inside. The idea of anything happening to Emily sent a paralysing fear to my soul. But again, my mother's life was at stake. I couldn't do anything.
"There is nothing to be concerned about," Naire told the man of the house, shifting her gaze from him to the woman we
