AUTHOR'S POV
Luciana watched helplessly as the witch teamed up with Vivian’s daughter, Eliana, to hurt Catriona—and perhaps even kill her. She wanted desperately to warn Catriona about their scheme, but she was powerless. The witch could sense her presence even though she couldn’t see her, and had discarded every kind of magical inhibitor to stay protected.
Early that morning, when Jayden had left and the house was still empty, Eliana gathered a generous amount of olive oil and sprinkled it across the floor of Catriona’s old room. With a proud smile, she muttered to herself just as the witch stood silently nearby, staring at Jayden’s bedroom door.
“Should I call her out?” Eliana asked, grinning widely.
“No, I’ll do it,” the witch replied coolly. “Go take care of yourself—you smell like
