Chapter 77

I twisted the ring on my finger—a habit I couldn’t seem to get rid off whenever I was in deep thoughts. Nate’s voice was nothing but a blur in the background.

We were sitting in the dorm lounge, waiting for curfew to hit. The place was quiet, aside from Nate’s endless ranting about some girl he wouldn’t remember next week.

“So what do you think?” he asked, demanding an answer. “Do I see her a second time or not?”

I blinked, trying to remember what he had exactly discussed. “I…think you shouldn’t. Since when do you do that?” I muttered just enough to get him off my back.

And he did just that, starting yet another rant while my mind drifted away with the only important thing at the moment.

Puppy is half witch.

The thought had been stuck in my head all day, refusing to leave me alone. It didn’t make any sense—none of it.

She wasn’t a Hastings…

She wasn’t a Bloodrose…

Then what was she, and most importantly how the hell did she