Anaiah's POV

I straightened my back and face Amacus, he has a vague smile on his lips and his eyes are intense.

"It's good to see you so soon, dear Anaiah,"

"Where is my family?" I demand, looking him in the eyes, he observes me for a long time before he smiles again.

"So there is something about witches you need to know, we are also blessed with talents, and Lenet there..." He points at the brown-haired woman with piercing dark eyes wearing a dark robe that covers her hair. "Is a protege and illusions are her talents,"

"Shit," I mutter as realization just dawns on me. My family isn't...