Layla’s POV
Her sudden presence sent shivers down my thighs, I wasn’t used to having people appear of thin air, mostly people with bizarre personalities as hers, her dark dress and white hair gave her a touch on ancient beauty one that had me mute for a while, I had known witches as the most mystical of the creatures birthed by the moon goddess, but I never beheld one as beautiful as her.
I stared at her for as long as I wanted, she barely moved, her lips still stretched in an overall smile that reached her eyes, which buggled my mind. She looked familiar, yet alien, I had seen her but my memory seems foggy, nothing seems to be clear enough, I could say I have seen some witches in my lifetime but definitely not her.
There was no way I would forget if I ever came across her.
She drift
