Geneva
Of all the things I expected to see and hear. Of all the people I expected to never meet again. Whoever this is, casting that bloody spell so intricately, impersonating the evil witch who created me, impersonating my brother as well, they are good. But I am better when I want to be.
I don’t even think twice as I cast that spell. It’s just a curse, so it’s not that difficult to disperse it with a few lightning bolts. But I don’t stop at that, I don’t want to. Like a vicious cat who likes to play with its food, I twist my bolt and I toss and turn it, getting evil satisfaction to watch the illusion with Elinor’s face squirm because of me. It’s got Demir still trapped in that spell and it makes me beyond mad because of it. It lied to him, tricked him, lured us here to kill him and lea
