Orin's pov

The smell of burning flesh was what woke me up from my sleep.

I opened my eyes but still couldn't see as everywhere was still pitch black.

I groaned as I felt the sharp pain in my back from where the knife had slashed me. I quickly pulled my jacket to check for the mark but it had healed already.

"That bitch!" I cursed.

'Witches,' Veythar groaned as his disdain was felt.

The one thing he hated most, aside from Soren, was witches. His... well, our disdain for witches was mutual ...