Kristen's pov.

I walked quietly to the hall where they were waiting for the black witches' arrival. Rose quietly trailing behind me. I was filled with a feeling of caution. Something about Rose just didn't add up again.

I entered the hall, the room was filled with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and the whole place was glistening as though a big wedding was going to happen.

“Mesmerized?” I heard a voice, it was Gath, I turned to meet his gaze. “All my hard work,” he smiled, his voice laced with pride.

“I must say, this is beautiful,” I nodded in agreement as I admired the decorations. “You really...