Rosie's POVAria paces to and fro the detention cell, Cadence bangs the rod and Xandra sits in a corner, staring at the stained, peeling wall.

It's like a nightmare as neither of us understood what was happening.

My voice was strained from screaming as there was no interrogation, and we've been kept locked up without proper questions, no lawyer either.

They treated us like plagues.

The more I tried to think of who planted wolfsbane in my kitchen, the more I got jinxed.

My heart panics over a ...