Kristen's pov.

I sat quietly in Agatha's room as I stared at Rose, her face had turned pale as she lay unconscious. Agatha sat across mixing a potion in a small cauldron.

“Darla, who is she?” I bolted out, my eyes still fixed on Rose. “Is she someone dangerous”.

“Very dangerous” she replied muttering some spells. “She is the second strongest black witch in their coven”.

“And you know that how?” I turned to her.

“I knew of their coven all along, I just didn't think they could do such a terrible thing” she explained as she picked up a spoon to stir the potion.

“Why should I trust you?”....