Tonya
I was still buzzing from my win over Mandy the day before. It felt like a small but satisfying victory. Like a single defiant flower growing in the middle of a battlefield. I’d never seen Ezra look that proud before. That image, him lifting me like some kind of prize and refusing to set me down, had kept me smiling all evening.
And I knew that murmurs about us grew further that I was actually controlling Ezra with a witch potion. It was such a stupid thing to say that I ignored it. But some said that I was his new pet, and that was worse.
This morning, I practically skipped down to his room, humming a tune, eager for another day of training. In my excitement, I didn’t think to knock, and simply barged in. But as soon as I stepped inside, my soul fled my body. Ezra stood by the
