A witch never dies easily

 Cedric smiled at the accusations; he could not control flames but wielded stronger flames than this meaning, he could quickly put off the flames but he would not. 

 

 Why would he bother saving the woman who wanted him dead more than everyone? The only person that had slight chance in his heart for forgiveness was Abrielle and Eleanor was not Abrielle. "You should convince her to stop. she would soon break down from exhaustion." Cedric answered instead. He didn't come here to give a helping hand his only intention was to make sure Callista didn't die.

 

 "You insufferable jerk," Lucian cursed, lost for words. He knew he could not force Cedric to help and begging him was pointless.

 

 "If Callista dies it will be your fault." Lucian sneered then walked towards Callista's side. "She won't die under my watch," Cedric chimed; he watched them, especially Callista, who was giving her all.