Mira had barely enough time to react before she was slammed against the wooden wall,an invisible force stopping her from moving. The shelves rattled from the impact as a few glass jars containing herbs shattered to the floor spilling its contents. She felt a dark suffocating aura fill the air as she trembled uncontrollably.
He's here.
Marcus.
He stomped into the room,the wooden board creaking with each step he took. His fingers twitched and Mira felt a pressure curl round her neck before tightening. She gasped as she tried to breathe,her legs thrashing. She reached for her neck but there was nothing there but she could still feel something around her neck.
"I always knew not to trust you" Marcus growled out in a low and dangerous voice. "To think you had been hiding the last witch from me. You traitor"
