"I'm here for you." He said with a smirk. A shiver ran along my spine, making me feel self-conscious of my surroundings. I was so tempted to run, but I stood my ground.
"What are you saying?" He approached me, his steps stealthier than anything I've seen him do. My heart was racing and I was afraid that he would realise.
"Emily." He muttered when he was finally facing me. He was practically just two inches away from him.
"Out of everybody in the world, you had to be the mystic witch." I gave him a confused look.
'What the hell is he saying? Is he going to hurt me?'
"The world is indeed a small and crazy place." His hand brushed my cheek, causing me to flinch but I didn't dare to move. I then looked him in the eye.
"You're one of them. The bad witches." I said in a bare whisper. He just sneered.
"I guess you can call me that. But I don't want to hurt you Emily."
