A Witch Or A Sister?

~Karl~

I noticed something was wrong when she didn't move after slumping onto the couch. At first, I thought she was playing a prank. But the moment I touched her, my heart skipped. Katrina's body was cold.

I tried to calm myself, forcing down the panic rising in my chest. My jaw tightened as I stood up from the seat.

"Freya."

Her name came out like a warning. She was the only one who could have done this. I had warned her before. I told her to stay away from Katrina. But it seemed she needed to be reminded but harshly this time.

I walked out of the cottage into the quiet evening air. The place was still, and there was no sign of her, but I knew she was near. I could feel her presence. She was hiding, but not far. She was definitely within reach.

I closed the door behind me, slowly and quietly, though I knew no sound could wake Katrina now. Not unless Freya undid what she had done.