Chapter 28

Merga glared at Robert with malignant eyes, her hair swinging to the touch of the wind as each vein in her exploded in huge anger.

Quickly, she tried withdrawing her hand from his grip but couldn’t, a frown appearing on her face. She drew her face closer to his, their nose almost touching, her eyes blazing in fury,

“Help you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as her forehead squeezed in outrage. “Never will I do such nonsense!” she growled in fervor. “After what your father did to my people, you come to me asking for help and you think I will help you? Answer me!” she howled, her green eyes blazing in so much anger.

“Your people do not deserve any help from me and least before you forget.” Her eyes lessened but a frown overwhelmed her face. “Witches have nothing to do with humans. Your father classified us as evil, blood-sucking monsters and descendants of the devil!” she let out with so much rage, pain erupting from her eyes. “Your father insulted us, captured us, to