I shouted exasperatedly, pointing at my bloody shoulder, which, by the way, I forgot how it hurt. Valentin said nothing and sat back. His angry features and glowing eyes disappeared. Then he rubbed his hands on his face, letting out a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry...I-I don't know what happened to me… I swear I would never want to hurt you, I- I love you…” I felt a knot in my stomach, all of this was just too much for me and was making me feel sick. I was feeling disoriented and dizzy. “Are you a witch?”
“What?” I blinked.
“I asked if you’re a witch?”
“No, no, no.” I waved my hands nervously.
“Then how did you do that?” I remained silent. “Salomé, if you’re not a witch, how did you do that?” He was making me uneasy. "Stop lying.”
“S-sorry. I can’t do this…” I said with a trembling voice,
