I Want To Believe

It has been a week now since the letter was sent to the witches but there was yet to be any response from them. I had rushed back that day to stop the letter from going, being that I have a new resolution, only to find out that the omega had sent it.

Ever since then, I have been training seriously and waiting for them. It happened just as we had envisaged. The witches didn't attack as they had promised. Three days have passed and now it's the seventh day. Nothing.

"Lance, are you going to stand there doing nothing or come to help me button up my dress?" Harley whined from where she is standing struggling with her morning dress.

"Harley, don't you think this dress is too big for you? " I taunted her to see her blush through the mirror. I relished in seeing her blush whenever I riled her up.

She soon regained her feistiness, swung her hair, and huffed out loudly "Say all you can Lancelot, you can't piss me off this morning" she applied a rouge lips gloss on and picked her bag from t