Celestials and foxes

"Yes, I can feel it around you. You must have had an uncomfortable dream last night." Erika placed her slender fingers on Cristian's cheeks, peering into his eyes.

Although they were so close that an outsider might misunderstand, neither of them ever had any thoughts toward that direction.

"I did." Chuckling at Cristian's cloudy expression, Erika tapped his cheek twice. "It's a witch, huh?" 

"How did you know?"

"Because most men under curses were cursed by witches, the same is true for women and warlocks. But your case is peculiar."

"How?" Cristian approached Erika, who had her back to him while pouring tea from a silver kettle into a white cup.

Resting on the table, he turned to Erika, curious to know what was different because Catalina had already been marked as an enemy since she used black magic on him.

One thing he and countless other people would surely hate was when their minds were toyed with.