Lucien stared back at Aerilyn, unable to say anything. He felt anger slowly rise in the pit of his stomach, spiraling into a whirlwind of strong emotions waiting to explode.
"Are you sure about this?" Soren asked a deep frown on his face.
She nodded vigorously. "Soren, I wouldn't joke about something as serious as this. I am sure it is her."
"Who is it?" Lucien asked, his voice thick with foreboding.
She took a deep breath to steady her voice. "It is Marie, Levina's friend."
Lucien blinked. "Are you sure?" His countenance flickered from anger to confusion. He knew Marie well enough to know that she was a kind and sweet girl. A good friend to Levina too. He recalled how she had bravely defended Levina, even standing up to Zarek. She couldn't possibly be a witch. Witches weren't kind or benevolent. "There has to be a mix-up somewhere. You probably have her confused with someone else."
