Sheila's point of view
I narrowed my eyes as I watched the unfamiliar face step forward. He was wearing a black cloak over his clothes, his hair was as dark as the night, as it gleamed under the fading sun, and his eyes were a capturing pair of deep magenta.
"I sincerely apologize if I frightened you. It wasn't my intention." He released a small smile, grabbing the dagger floating in the air.
"I wasn't frightened. Just alarmed." I said as he stalked closer to me.
"Here." He held my dagger for me. I collected it. My eyes scanned him thoroughly. From the little trick he pulled earlier with the dagger, it was obvious he was a witch. But completely unfamiliar. I have never seen him in the witches' quarters. Was he not from around here?
'Ask him?' Adie's voice echoed as if her presence was
