Edward looked at Samantha with creased eyebrows. He wondered if she could see the danger ahead of her because it was fucking crazy!
" Are you even listening to yourself, Samantha?" The witch stood up from the wooden chair. A heavy breath escaped his lips as he tilted his head to the side.
" Where is Samantha I used to know? The girl that got worried whenever she saw thugs robbing people in the streets? The girl that was scared of death and ran for her dear life whenever she saw danger?"
Edward ran his hand through his black hair and a sigh escaped his lips. He leaned on the cold concrete wall and stared at Sam blankly.
He felt like he was looking at a stranger because it was hard to understand her.
" She's right here with you." She raised her head to look at Edward, the corner of her lips curved into a bitter smile.
" Why?" She asked with a raised brow. Edward looked at her with creased eyebrows as confusion plastered his features.
