Chapter 83

Marisol frowned as she studied the woman’s features. She looked to be at least a decade older than Marisol, her eyes an odd purple as she stared lazily at them, her hair glowing an eerie white.

Cedric made to lunge at her, seemingly in attack mode at the sight of a witch, which was considered a threat, but surprisingly, Marisol stopped him with just a hand around his bicep. She had to make sure if this was a friend or a foe before anything else.

“The barrier was your creation.” Marisol accused, eyes narrowed, and the witch chuckled, taking a step closer at the same time as Cedric took one in front of Marisol too, a protective arm stretching across her figure

“Unfortunately, you seem to have trumped it.” She sighed, “Now I have to think of a way to make a bigger spell.”

Cedric let out a growl, and she took a step back.

Marisol smirked, the witch was afraid, and she was doing a good job of hiding it.

“We both know that you can’t. You’ll literally di