SIGRID

“Electra!” I heard Drusilla’s annoying screech behind me just as I’d stepped into the domain of the head witch.

With an irritated look, I turned to face her.

She was dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown, her hair pulled back into a long braid that swung down her back.

“I thought I was late and Morgana would scold me, but if her favorite is still hanging around, then I’m saved,” she huffed, and immediately a man behind her dabbed her forehead with an embroidered white handkerchief.

He was