Sophia’s POV

I woke up in the middle of my deep slumber when someone tried to directly stab me in the chest. I quickly grabbed the arm of the perpetrator and gripped it tightly. When I opened my eyes, I saw a silver dagger obviously dipped with both unscented wolf’s bane and that annoying crimson lotus plant extract. The attacker wore a mask, but I fucking knew who was behind it.

“Hatchett! To whom do I owe the honors?” I sarcastically mumbled.

“Being a witch sure has its perks.” She scoffed and tried to retrieve her hand, but I wouldn’t budge. “You could actually detect our altered presence. Even the...