LEO'S POV.

 

 

It's been a few weeks since the witch and I sacrificed Olivia's blood on the tree and a little war broke out. Like a child's play, a day turned into days, and days turned into weeks. I called it a little war because the bloodshed wasn't as gross as I had wanted it to be. While the witch and I had agreed that we needed to stay calm and let Olivia do all the killings, even though I wasn't pleased with that fact.

 

No, it wasn't just the fact that I wasn't pleased with. I was also not pleased with the witch who had taken it over herself...