After the meeting ended, the witches cast a disdainful gaze at me. I remained seated with only one thought burning in my mind.
'How am I going to get the enchanted bracelet off now that the witches hate me to my gut?'
"The irony," Layla growled. "And not only that, it is very ironic how we let those witches walk out freely."
"We can't do anything for now," I said through the mindlink. "Do you think the fae…"
"Don't even think about that, we can go to anyone except the fae." Layla's words were laced with resentment.
Yeah, what was I even thinking? My family was the same as my greatest enemy, who caused me the most pain and torment.
"Ember, are you alright?" Damon's calm voice brushed against my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I'm fine," I said mindlessly.
"You don't look fine to me." Theo chipped in, adjusting his glasses.
I turned to glare at him. "Mind your business, Mr. Four eyes."
