Chapter 77: Circe
-Marcela- "Are you alright?" I ventured to ask Circe on our way back. She appeared... troubled. "Sometimes, Xavier appears strangely... sincere," she admitted, speaking more to herself than to me. We were in a driverless vehicle, and it was safe for us to converse about any subject. This car operated through magic and not fuel. “But you didn’t fall for that, right?” Circe’s smile was sad. “I used to,” she admitted. “When I was younger and naive.” “Did you…?” I hesitated to question that. I couldn’t imagine Circe betraying her sister. “No, I left like he said. I fled from my father, Jana, and him... I left. That's one notable trait that water witches possess–the instinct to escape danger. The issue is... Xavier is infuriatingly skilled with words! He brought up the past, ha!” Circe
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