Fayra’s POV
What is that witch doing here? Why would Mavros bring her back?
Sweat dripped down my face as I paced back and forth in my room, biting my lower lip as thoughts ran through my mind. My lips curved into a frown as my mind was filled with worry.
“Did she know the truth and want to tell him about it?” I thought out loudly, if that were the case then I would need to silence her before she can make her move.
How do I do that without being caught by him? Earlier when I had walked out, I noticed how heavily guarded the area was so there was no way I would be able to enter there without sparing some attention or even being refused to enter by the guards.
Plopping on my bed I let out a deep sigh of frustration as an overwhelming feeling ravaged me. I stared at the ceiling as thoug
