Sierra served me her delicious tea, and I sat down to drink, pondering over what she had told me earlier. It was hard to believe, or maybe I didn't want to believe, that Regan had taken away my memories. I should be angry at him for doing such a thing to me and keeping it a secret. But he did it to protect me.
That morning when I woke up in my wedding dress, I felt that something was not right. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. There was something I was forgetting, and it was about that terrific night in the woods. And what about the voice I heard? Was it Regan's? If Regan had the ability to erase my memories, then he must be more than just an ordinary person. Maybe he was a witch too.
I don't know... I have been thinking too much, and I was starting to feel like I was slowly losing my mind.
"You worry too much, Angel," Sierra said, joining me at the table.
"The maid that night, was she a witch?" I asked.
