Arianna's POV

Ralph glared at me with shock, his jaw dropping unconsciously as he was deeply stunned.

“What the hell are you doing, Arianna?” He whispered.

“Relax. I'm doing what I feel is right.”

“How can you even trust her,”

“Follow me!” The witch ordered.

I gave Ralph a cake look, urging him to remain calm and trust me as we followed the witch into her house.

Johnson was still stricken with fear, making sure he was making calculated steps as he followed us. ...