Storm said accusingly, "You never told me that you knew witches, Aoife.
I snarled and bit back, "I don't! Say what?
Storm's eyes tightened at me, and I could see wrath glistening through them as she asked, "So why did they come for you? Why?" It frightened me for some reason, and I started to hobble a little.
I informed him that "I don't know any witches! Those witches attacked me, Storm! They hurt me. I'm actually not lying this time. I do, however, know Nessa, but I have no acquaintance with the witches who attacked me. He and I are both perplexed about the situation.
The storm approached me. I straightened my posture as I felt his eyes rove over my scars. Analyzing them, he was I questioned him about his understanding of the unusual symbols.
I'm asking about the witch or witches who protected you, not the ones that attacked you.
