Julianne’s POV
I was desperate. I couldn’t understand why Laura was doing this to me. I had pleaded with her and begged her to let me go, but the anger in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t listening. She was consumed by grief, and I was the one who had to bear the brunt of it. I wasn’t sure why she hated me so much, but at that moment, nothing seemed to matter to her except her rage.
"Please, Laura, please, I beg you in the name of whatever it is you serve, " I said, my voice shaking as I looked at her. "I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I never wanted this. Please, just let me go. I didn't call the witch to come attack the cove. And I am sorry for your loss, but everything happens for a reason."
She didn’t answer. Her eyes were dark, filled with intense sorrow, and the grip she had on
