**Cassie’s POV**

With my instincts, I know that an attack is coming on my back, and it is not an attack made from magic but instead a sharp object made from silver. That is to confirm that this witch knows my weakness.

 

"She is not here to joke around, huh?" Dale said sarcastically:

 

"Yeah, she is here to rip our necks," I retorted back.

 

"Or maybe our ass," he added. This boss of mine can kill me with his annoying words. Can I punch him in the face?

 

Before I have the luxury of time to think about how to sabotage my idiotic boss, the witch controls her puppet with...