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Tabitha stared at Silas after he withdrew his hands from hers. With confusion in her eyes, she lowered her gaze to her hands, holding one of her hands with her other hand and pondering Silas's recent actions.

"Are you a wizard?" Tabitha suddenly asked, unable to comprehend what had just transpired between Silas and her. If she told herself that what she felt a moment ago while Silas held her hands was normal, she would be lying to herself.

Tabitha struggled to explain the emotions surging within her—a blend of relaxation, neediness, hunger, and an oddly comforting happiness. It all came at once, which was very confusing and disturbing.

Could she have been possessed?

Would she become a witch? If possible, she'd use the power to get her revenge, but what can be the consequences of having such powers?

No, wait, what really happened?

Tabitha drifted her gaze to Silas again to see him staring at her. It was very obvious that he knew she was puzzled and that she had questions.