How To Burn A Witch |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 18

Nehir watched as an unfamiliar couple walked into their campsite along with Alev and Refia, her hand instinctively went for the blade strapped to her side, only to clasp empty air. She let out a frustrated grunt. I must have dropped it when we were walking.

"Mizuki," started Alev, "This is Blaise. She's the new addition to our coven𑁋 if our Matrone approves of her of course." the woman let out a small laugh, her shoulders shaking causing her short, ink-black hair to bob on her shoulders.

"You better hope she does, lest you anger our dear Headpriestess." she shot a smile at Nehir, "Nice to meet you, Blaise. I'm Mizuki and this," she said, resting her elbow on the shoulder of a man with short silver hair, eyes the color of the night sky and a cloak around his shoulders, "Is Feng."

She immediately recognized him as the man next to the witch she had burned a few nights ago. It feels like such a long time now but it's merely been a few weeks.

The huntress nodded her greetings, terrified even a peep from her would alert the witch she was the huntress from that fated night.

Feng examined her with his gaze as though sensing that something was wrong with his potential covenmate. "You seem familiar." he started, "Have I seen you somewhere, have we met?"

Nehir saw the look of pure disdain Refia shot at her just then. Her face paled in fear. She didn't want to speak to him. Would rather face the Kazmeralki itself than risk Feng recognizing her. Nehir swallowed her panic and pride then forced a flirty smile onto her lips. She'd rather be made fun of by Alev for this than maimed for killing the boy's friend.

"That line ever work for you?" she asked, a low chuckle escaping from her lips.

The boy blushed and cleared his throat.

"No, you actually look familiar." Suddenly he was in front of her. Feng leaned in, "I feel like I know you from somewhere I just can't put my finger on it." the girl shrugged, hoping that somehow, the boy wouldn't be able to smell her terror.

After all, if they had a heightened immunity system, they must also have heightened senses right? "I guess I just have one of those faces." she said with a smile, swallowing the lump in her throat. Feng nodded, shaking his head as though he wasn't entirely convinced.

The entire time, Mizuki was eyeing her wearily. She turned to Aether, barely acknowledging their existence with a nod before asking, "What type of magic does she use?" the individual shrugged, a confused look on their face.

"Can't you just ask her? She can speak, you know." Refia said quickly, a bite to her words. Mizuki shot the assassin a confused look, then turned to Nehir and cast her a suspicious glance before asking again, "What type of magic do you use?"

"I don't know how to use magic." she whispered, causing the witch to stiffen, "L-last time," she added hastily, not knowing whether the fear in her voice was real or not. "I did something... Something unbelievable and I... I haven't been able to do it ever since."

Mizuki let out a low growl, "A witchling? That's what you brought the Matrone as a replacement for the huntress? If the Headpriestess doesn't bite your head off for this, Noodles will." the huntress shot a confused look at Refia, curiosity filling her hazel eyes.

"Noodles is the giant snake half of our Matrone." replied the assassin, the light of amusement dancing in her emerald green eyes as she threw her waterskin at the huntress.

Nehir grunted as she caught the skin. "Drink. You wouldn't want to die of thirst before reaching the coven would you?"

Nehir, now using her alias: Blaise, shot the assassin a look. "I'm not thirsty." she threw the waterskin back, a triumphant expression on her face as the skin hit the ground.