Chapter 33

Fallon’s POV

The witch who has bewitched the Salvatore brothers, that’s the new name I’ve earned myself. Although I doubt any of them believe in the existence of witches. Perhaps I was just an unfortunate soul being used to entertain the castle.

I yelped in fright, startled to see a figure seated on my bed. In a second, my fear turned into anger.

“What the fuck, Etan? Are you crazy?” I cursed at him.

He scoffed, “Scaredy cat.”

I frowned at him. “Well, excuse me for being startled because someone thought it was a good idea to make himself comfortable in my room in my absence.”

He smirked. “Aren’t witches supposed to be fearless?”

I glared at him.

He chuckled. “Aren’t assassins supposed to be fearless?”

“Haven’t you heard? My career died when a certain person decided to drag me to this shithole.”

“Because you failed,” he said mockingly.

“Trust me, I’m paying for that mistake and will probably pay for the rest of