Emily’s POV:
“Hello, Mr. Miller. Pleasure to see you again.” The cashier from earlier hisses from behind me. I could feel him sit up as the pain surges through my side. The guy had gotten in the backseat when I was caught up in my mothers memories with my eyes closed. I thought he was Hunter getting back with my stuff but was obviously mistaken for when the door closed I was met with a knife to the side. He must be a witch because I don’t have any sort of control over my limbs and can’t reach for the knife that he’d left there. I could feel my body trying to heal around the blade.
“You.” Hunter's eyes immediately went black as he turned to reach for the guy in the backseat.
“Uh uh uh. I wouldn’t.” He said pushing the knife further into my side. “Tisk tisk. Poor girl fell on a knife an
