Christina’s POV
I couldn’t move. My dad’s body lay without life on the ground and nothing at that moment got right. My chest felt heavy. The witch stood not too far away from where I was, grinning like she just won a bet with the blade in her hand dripping with my dad's blood, triggering anger in me.
“No,” I whispered, but my voice sounded so small like it wasn’t even mine., I could barely hear myself.
Then, something inside me shifted. I was flooded with emotions, pain, anger, and grief. It all came rushing at once. I felt my body shaking as I lost control of it like it was not mine. I had not gotten over the death of my mother, I hadn't even grieved her and now my dad was gone.
My chest hurt both physically and emotionally, I wanted to rip out my heart from my chest, there was nothi
