Rome's pov
She spoke in parables, and of all the words Ariel chose to say to me, all the insights a witch saw in their lonely night, to ‘suffer’ was the first thing she could say, I knew witches were another level mistakes, but I didn’t expect it to be this precise.
“Watch your thoughts, son of Logan” she said, her tone was somewhat stoic and firm, which made it clear that she had read my mind,
“ witches,” I murmured.
“You are just like your father, if he had died before you were born, i would have deemed your existence a reincarnation, but then it seems he returned already even before he died”
“You don’t know anything about my father, you might have spoken to him, but that was in the past, and you don’t know me” I sprouted, but she replied with a smile, a curious one that lingered
