38. A Little Wicked.

Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed.

The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed.

Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece.

Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive.

He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.

Crystal, on the other hand, ran to her witches friends.

"Oh, you can do magic?" Crystal spoke amazed.

"Yeah and I assume you can not do magic as you are not a witch," a little girl named Syra said to her, proudness on her face.

Vlora who was walking by heard them and waited for the reply of her daughter.

"Well, witches are always servants. Their motive is to serve us...the Dashers. Don't forget..." Vlora felt embarrassed and quickly rushed to her daught