CHAPTER THIRTY

Angela and the bandits had frozen in their position. What they were seeing was dynamic. This was the last thing Angela was expecting to see. She was expecting an ugly witch stirring green steamy substance in a large black pot. 

Well, she was wrong because she was seeing a beautiful scrawny woman with beautiful orange eyes and long orange hair staring deeply at them. 

Someone had to say something because the woman in the chair was not going to. Justin gulped and cleared his throat. 

“I-I…we are looking for-for the cinnamon witch,” Justin said making everyone’s anxiety rise.

The woman raised a brow at them when a sneer appeared on her face. A great laugh escaped her mouth. The laugh was unexpected and made them shiver. She cut her laugh shortly, looking at them again like she never moved or laughed. 

She was strange and unpredictable. These kind of people were dangerous. Angela was no more confused but mor