Chapter 61

Sheila's point of view

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the unfamiliar face step forward. He was wearing a black cloak over his clothes, his hair was as dark as the night, as it gleamed under the fading sun, and his eyes were a capturing pair of deep magenta.

"I sincerely apologize if I frightened you. It wasn't my intention." He released a small smile, grabbing the dagger floating in the air.

"I wasn't frightened. Just alarmed." I said as he stalked closer to me.

"Here." He held my dagger for me. I collected it. My eyes scanned him thoroughly. From the little trick he pulled earlier with the dagger, it was obvious he was a witch. But completely unfamiliar. I have never seen him in the witches' quarters. Was he not from around here?

'Ask him?' Adie's voice echoed as if her presence was in front of my mind.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?" I asked, placing my dagger in my boots.

"You are right. I am not from around here; I just came to visit. But I might stick