Levine
Analise must be insane.
She can't really be asking me to do what I think she is. She hasn't come out right and said anything but from her words and demeanour, I already know what she is demanding. I don't say asking because she already expects me to say yes to her request. The dynamics of our relationship has always been like this. She tells me what she wants and I grant her every wish.
"Levine, say something,'' she is in front of me. Her eyes remain fixed to mine. The look she is giving me is boring into my soul—and not in a good way.
"What do you want me to say, I don't understand what you are asking.''
She sighs and then drags me into the room. We stop in front of a shelf. There are books covered in dust. It seems like no one has been here in decades. Now thanks to my sister, we are breaking all the rules of the coven. We are doing one thing that we shouldn't.
