KANE POV
I watched the witch as she sat cross legged in the middle of the room, levitating a few feet off of the ground. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, only the whites showed. It was an eerie contrast to her dark, ebony skin. Her mouth moved at the speed of light, mumbling her incantations. Her eyes and the odd drawings on the floor beneath her started to glow a light purple. Watching her made the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand on end. Her words died out as she slowly drifted back to the floor, she closed her eyes and when she opened them her piercing blue irises were back.
“Welcome back.” She said in her thick French accent.
“No more games, witch!” I growled at her.
“But I am not playing games.” She said simply as she stood and walked to her small kitchen. Rage
