SAMIEN'S POV

Beads of sweats had formed on my brows, trickling slowly down my face.

This good for nothing witch. I could tell what she was up to. Even suckling babes could see through her.

Murmurs rang from the lips of the crowd, eyes fixed on us all.

My heartbeat had doubled and I was starting to lose my composure.

“I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else. You can go to hell for all I care.”

“What are you doing?” Mark snapped at her, irritated. “Why would you ask her to take her shirt off?”

My heart leaped with joy seeing Mark defend me that way. It...