EMILY
Damn it! I couldn't die here. Aunt Lena would wake up in the morning to find my lifeless body and not even have a clue as to what happened to me. Why did I think it was smart to attempt a spell even ancient blood witches found 'too unstable and impractical’.
"Oh, please stop," I whimpered, surprised by the sharpness of my own panicked voice. “Just stop, just stop.”
Yep, I was literally begging for the heat— or whatever it was— to cut me some slack. I felt like a passenger in my own body, with my subconscious yet to connect with the other blood witch. This was no joke— it felt like I had dug a hole and went head first right in. Or wait, on a second thought, I could see why someone would find my current situation funny. I mean, I did lock my room door, took deep breaths, and then w
