Hermosa POV

The painting was no longer there. It was back on the wall. A shiver ran down my spine. This room was surely haunted if the most powerful witch wasn’t able to see this.

My eyes grew wide. I am doomed then. Eleanor watched me carefully, a smirk on her lips. She probably thought that I was scared of her.

She hung the dagger close to my neck, teasing the same spot that I was marked. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” The feel of the dagger on my neck was cold and ...