Ding!!!!!!!!!!!
The blaring sound of an alarm yanked Aiden from a deep, dreamless sleep. His throat felt like sandpaper, and his eyes were still closed as he shot up in bed, disoriented.
"What the hell is happening now?!" he hissed, frustration lacing his voice as he fumbled for his phone.
It was only 6 a.m. After the grueling ordeal of the second test, Aiden had hoped for at least a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. But apparently, even that was too much to ask.
He squinted at the screen, his groggy mind struggling to process the notification from the witches' group. As the words sank in, a familiar sense of unease gripped him.
The last time they'd been summoned like this, it had been due to the deaths of several witches—deaths he had a direct hand in orchestrating.
So what could it be this time? Another death? But he hadn't done anything recently...
