Dark soul

«If it were a fling, I would have accepted it,» Styepan said, his tone cold like ice. «If you were having fun together, I wouldn't be too concerned. You're both young, after all. But this... This is unacceptable!»

Vera didn't even react. It was as if hearing an attack towards her didn't mean a thing. As if it even wasn't something out of the ordinary, in fact.

She knew what the problem was, even if Neven might have struggled to understand.

«She's a dark witch,» Styepan pointed out, in fact. «How can you trust her so much?»

The table became silent, as no one knew what to say. Neven was maybe the one with the most words ready on his tongue, but the women had none.

Klara was in shock. She hadn't expected her husband to be so blunt. That girl was present, after all. And it was not her fault if she had been born as a dark witch.

Nena was curious but dared says nothing.

Vera didn't care.

Neven, on the other hand, was fuming in anger.