"Heehee... " a burst of eerie laughter filled the cold night air. Blue eyes stared back mockingly at a pair of blood-red ones. Mira smirked and touched the wound on her neck. "You really think that eating maidens' souls only give me beauty? Think again."
Yllana jumped back a few steps as she watches Mira's wound enclose. The drops of blood is still evident but the wound brought about by the dagger is already healed. How could it be? Yllana frowned.
"She's using the souls to live again, appear younger, and heal her wounds, tch." Lucien stood beside Yllana and sneered at Mira. This village witch should have been a pain in the neck in their village. It was obvious how poor the village was that even the leader had to sell whatever they hunted along with herbs. She must have been keeping them within her control.
