Anabelle
Frank had blazing eyes and a death glare plastered on his face, all directed at me. His eyes suddenly glowed and his hands raised, wanting to cast a spell on me.
I couldn't react quicker, I was even more worried about Aunt Martha who was beside me, I didn't want her to get hit.
But it was too late…
I closed my eyes and braced for impact but surprisingly, it never came. I peeked to look and I saw Martha standing in front of me and Frank on the ground.
“Fighting is not allowed here, you are quite aware of that” Martha said with a frown.
Frank pulled himself up and pointed at me, the rage clear in face and voice, “Old Martha, why did you bring this poison here? She is responsible for my uncle's death” he said.
Death? My eyes widened a fraction, someone died?
I turned to A
