I still sat with my mind a whirlwind of thoughts, my heart pressed with emotions and my mouth bitter with anxiety. My stomach tightened with the urge to do damage to Calla but I knew my strong points and they did not include physical strength.
"Tell me, human, how was your time with Mikhail?" Calla asked as she worked, mixing things that smelt like death. I remembered I sat in a room with a corpse and its murderer.
My knight with red eyes exposed himself as my biggest enemy. Now, I had to defend myself and I dared not underestimate Calla.
"It was good while it lasted," I said with a long-suffering sigh. She spared me a glance that I pretended not to see.
I knew three things about Calla. The first thing being she was a witch. The second was she had a crush on Mikhail and the third;
