Rí edged in front of me, shielding me from their view. I huffed and moved beside him.
“Amaya. Dark Witch. You have been summoned here for hiding your identity and magic source from the–”
Yeah, fuck this.
“I’ve hidden nothing,” I called out.
The cloaked person in the middle removed his hood, revealing a middle-aged man with long salt and pepper hair tied at his neck. His cold dark eyes stared at me intently.My throat dried up the longer he stared at me.
“You have–”
“I have been stuck in the human realm and only just found out about the supernatural. I had no idea I was a witch. I don't know how I got here.”
The other two figures removed their hoods, their bright red hair and matching green eyes just as cold and just as assessing as the first man.
“The human realm has been lost to us for eighteen long years. The portals have been shut. Closed off to all. Even us council members have been unable to open them.” The salt and pepper man said sharply. He raked his eyes down my body and sneered “How is it a girl was able to open it and travel through?”
Something about this man's eyes hurt to look at, the coldness within them so familiar to the hatred I had seen in Lyal’s daily.
“I died. Then I woke up here and found out I was a Dark Witch." I answered flatly.
His forehead creased as he raised his brows, mouth slightly parted in shock. “You died?”
I stared at him quietly as he assessed me in his own silence. The red-haired men hadn't said a word and Cole's eyes stared holes into my head.
The atmosphere was wearisome to me. The humans from my town avoided looking at me. They avoided me at any cost and ignored any sign of the abuse that was inflicted on me.
But here in Wisteria, everyone stared, everyone looked at me and I hated it just as much as being ignored.
This is why I hated people.
“It would explain the sudden shift in power,” he muttered, obviously speaking to the other council men. No one answered him.
The three of them stood still and silent once more.
“Umm..” I raised my brows at Cole and bit my lip at the awkwardness. The White witch looked at my mouth and froze before giving me his normal sneer.
“They are silently conversing. Quiet.”
The warmth at my back shifted as the low vibration of Rí’s displeasure caused a shiver to shudder through me. My mind wandered to his hungry grumbles as he kissed along my neck, the deep groans as he touched my–
The dragon's loud deep inhale brought me back from my thoughts as his hands slid to my hips and gripped me tight before whispering in my ear in his low timber “Careful little one, there is only so much I can do to hold him back.”
I swallowed back my reply and edged away from those tempting hands.
What would it be like to see his dragon? What colour would he be? Would he have glowing red eyes like his human?
“We have come to a conclusion and a plan,” the Council man said as he clapped his hands together.
A conclusion and a plan? For what? I frowned and waited.
“Due to you not showing any signs of actually containing the Dark Witch’s pure power, we think that an arranged marriage to a quiet, yet well respected White witch would stop the fear that's going to tremble through the realm.”
The room heated instantly as the dragon growled loudly and stalked towards the councilman.
Fucking marry me off?
Yeah, I wasn't going to stop Rí from eating these audacious men. No one controlled me; no one told me what to do anymore and I definitely wasn't going to marry some random witch.
