Tears dripped down Rosanna's face as she curled up in fear in the back of the truck. Her lips pursed and wriggled as she contained the surge of crying out. She was in this situation again, but there was no Mediis to comfort her; neither was it just a strange uncle who took her. Montana didn't have magic either, and so he might not be able to rescue her. This time, she knew that the kidnapper wouldn't voluntarily hand her back.
The truck ran at its top speed along the streets like a normal truck that night. She was left inside the dark container with one witch who would watch over her. That was what Rosanna knew, but she didn't know why she was seeing two women with her. The actual guard witch was seated nearby the door while another witch was seating across her. What made it stranger was that the other woman was staring back at her with a smile.
