Julianne’s POV
I watched from the doorway as Arthur and Loretta spoke in hushed voices, their conversation too quiet for me to catch all the details. But I could hear enough to know that they were talking about what had just happened—the chandelier, Antonnia, and, of course, the witches. I could tell from the way their eyes flickered to each other that something was off. Something was wrong.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew the witches were behind this. I could feel their dark presence, even if they weren’t physically here. Nyx, especially. She was the one who’d been pulling strings, manipulating everything behind the scenes. I hated her. The way she'd found her way into our life pretending to be our friend was still amazing to me, and it was no other thing than Loretta, who decided to use her ma
