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An Inkling

[Arissa’s POV]

"Repeat that." I snapped, starting to believe that this old man was full of shit. "Kill the caster? How the fuck am I supposed to find them?"

This was becoming more and more ridiculous. I had been cursed... cursed...As if the last fourteen years of my life weren’t a fucking curse. But not only was I cursed, I was also expected to know who exactly cursed me. How in the hell was I supposed to do that? I had crossed paths with so many insane people that it could be anyone!

"Arissa, mind your manners." Ivan whispered, pulling me closer to him. "He is only..."

"Trying to help?" I finished for him, narrowing my gaze. "What would be helpful is..."

I didn’t get to finish my sentence as a sudden wave of nausea hit me, causing my mouth to water and the taste of bile to dance on my tongue. Turning, I managed to make it to a rose bush before the contents of my stomach came back up.

Dammit, this was really getting frustrating. If I wasn’t seeing dead children, I was throwing my bra
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