Daniel
Carolina was gone. By the looks of it, she fought back. The room was chaotic. She tried to stop whoever took her. Was it the man in the woods? Was it the witch in black? I wanted to sit and cry. It was how devastated I was, but my mind urged me to find a way. Nothing would happen if I just sat there.
I glimpsed at the heavy tome she got from the witches. I picked it up, knowing that I would need it. Something seemed to be placed in the middle of the pages. It was her ring - the one I gave her. She left it behind.
I had no time to dwell on the detail. So, I placed the ring in my pocket.
Yes, the St. Catherine’s coven. I should go there. It was an hour’s drive by bus, but public transportation often had several stops. So, I should be able to reach in less than an hour. I used a
