***Salvador’s POV***
No f*****g way is my mate a witch!
“You know in some countries it’s considered rude to stare,” the witch says, a hint of irritation lacing her words. “Americans…” she mutters before continuing her incantations.
Aurora giggles and when I scowl at her, she pretends to find her nails very interesting.
“What did you need, Chava?” She asks, raising an eyebrow when I keep looking at the witch. “Oh have you met Gwen? She’s an Earth witch helping us figure out Tais and Ira’s plans-“
“Earth witch?” I ask, wondering why the hell Aurora would even consider trusting one of them. “Why is she here? How can you trust her?”
“I trust you, don’t I?” Aurora snaps. “After everything you did to me, I’m still willing to forgive you,” she adds, her face hardening. “So why can’t I trust
