15.

OLIVIA'S POV

How do I explain this ?

There was always something that eventually killed aWitch or warlock.

Irrationality. Being lost in the underworld during an Astral projection. A penchant for Black magic.

I was beginning to that mine was My family. My Trigger-happy and blood thirsty family.

I stared around at the table that still carried an aura of shock and the colour of blood. My father was wiping the knife he had just used with a white napkin as the whole environs around the table and entire house looked tensed.

The dead body of the guard was pulled out by another who didn't spare anyone at the table a look as he dragged out leaving a long trail of blood in a diagonal Lin across the costly white tiles.

The guard had made a costly mistake of bringing father's phone to the table while it was ringing and had interupted what he was about to say. He had then in rage of not remembering turned and thrust the knife into belly.

"Hold the son of a bitch." He had barked at the other guards