Anaiah's POV
I straightened my back and faced Amacus. He had a vague smile on his lips, and his eyes were intense.
"It's good to see you so soon, dear Anaiah,"
"Where is my family?" I demand, looking him in the eyes. He observes me for a long time before he smiles again.
"So there is something about witches you need to know, we are also blessed with talents, and Lenet there..." He points at the brown-haired woman with piercing dark eyes wearing a dark robe that covers her hair. "Is a protege and illusions are her talents,"
"Shit," I mutter as realization dawns on me. My family isn't here. His witch put those images in my head to lure me to the border. I start to back away, trying to mind-link Leondre, but I'm blocked; it's not only to him, but to everyone. Fuck.
