Alastair laid down on his bed, staring at the painting on his ceiling. His mind was filled with confusing thoughts, one which he failed to sort and understand. They kept appearing at random intervals, forcing him to concentrate and try to find out what was happening, only to end up being interrupted by another complicated thought.
Everything, every small thing was a mess, and only Samantha's memories held the key to all his confusions. But as soon as he remembered the witch they were going to meet the day after, Alastair's brows furrowed and his confusion vanished. It was replaced by fury, a rage so intense that he was sure he might burn down the castle if he did not control himself.
