Her black eyes were like the abyss. They seemed capable of sucking his soul away.
The moment he turned, Hex shivered uncontrollably. It was different from when he met the baroness.
"You have grown into a handsome young man," she said. Her voice was melodious yet it prickled Hex's ears.
'Those words…'
Hex couldn't help but be wary of her, not because of her identity but her words. They were word for word the same ones the baroness had said.
'Is it a coincidence?' He wondered.
"Have you already met my sister?" The Witch's question startled Hex. The jump of his eyebrows didn't escape the lady before him.
She smiled. Her white teeth caused her already fair complexion to brighten. The contrast between her milky complexion and black eyes was…bewitching.
"My dear son. You will need to control your emotions better or else everyone will read you like a book."
