"Her…. She's the one I want. Was her name Ingrid? That's a lovely name you gave her," She murmured, savouring the word like a drop of honey on the tongue. Then, after a pause, her wicked smile deepened, and she nodded,
"Yh, all three of them,"
The Timeless Witch added as if it was an afterthought, but the smirk on her face indicated otherwise, making the silence that followed suffocating. It was as if the air itself had thickened, trapping them in an unseen force. Aliya's breath hitched as the Timeless Witch tilted her head, amusement flickering in those unreadable eyes. At first, a touch of amusement brushed past Aliya as she thought,
'Those Brats? That's all she wants?'
Then she narrowed her eyes, 'I could care less about those three…' But just as quickly, Aliya smothered the thoughts, refusing to let the cunning witch see through her, but who was the Timeless Witch?