Tiny beads of sweat slowly accumulated around the back of her neck and formed a single bead, making their way down her back. No, it wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. She was very sure of it, almost as sure as she was that her name was Levina and her father was Augustus.
"Levina? You look pale. Are you alright?" Marie asked, taking her hand. The color had completely drained from Levina's face, and her skin had turned a sickly pale white.
She blinked and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I just had a bad thought, that's all."
Marie peered into her face searchingly, and it didn't take her long to decipher what the bad thought was. "You think Aerilyn did it?" she asked in an oddly relaxed tone as if it were normal to suspect Aerilyn as the culprit.
Levina rubbed her exposed arm as though trying to expel a strange cold sensation that managed to survive the scorching heat. She shook her head. "No, it can't possibly be Aerilyn. She isn't even a witch. No."
