46 – The Ritual
My head felt like getting hammered non-stop, the beating pain enough to wake up me. It was also enough to constantly drain my strength and breathing alone was hard for me. My throat was dry. My eyes felt heavy, just like my shoulders. I could not move much, my vision was still blurry and unstable. I just realized how weak I was, just like what they said. Maybe, my instinct as a witch did not match theirs. Maybe this was my end. My end. Huh, what a thought! I closed my eyes again, unable to tell what was happening around me. There were muffled voices and different noises I couldn’t make out. I think we were on a car, somewhere moving, or at least that was what it felt to me. “Hey, little dove, are you okay?” Erin’s voice echoed in my head, her tone kind and motherly. Everything looked
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