Aliyah’s POV

Thakros woke up from his nap and couldn’t speak. I was laying beside him - his favourite - and so I was the one who received the burnt of his anger. I was flung from the bed and I came crashing on the ground with my head.

He paced the room, grunting, and crashing everything in the way.

I have never been so scared.

So, I decided I was not going to appear in his room that night. Never did I know that fate was crafting my escape.

“Help a human?” the witch spat. “No way! I prefer we get caught than help a human.”

I didn’t know...