Chapter 22

Oh no, I had brutally insulted Madame Meredith Long within ten seconds of our first meeting.

“Cassidy. What are you saying?” Elaine rebuked me. “Pardon her language, Madame Long. She is unfamiliar with the rich culture of our people. Your markings are a symbol of power. She must have mistaken it for evil.”

“Yes. Madame. Forgive me for my ignorance. Your markings are a work of art. They are exquisite. The blood and other related stuff drove my mind off the edge, not you,” I said.

To my defense, her eyes lacked iris’ and pupils a minute ago. The hunchback might be a birth defect, but her cultural markings resembled the insane body modifications one would see on social media. What regular person wouldn’t be scared when a witch presented herself in such a way?

Madame chortled. “These weaklings, or humans, whatever you modern witches call them nowadays, never fail to entertain me.”

“Uh, I didn’t know you find her comment amusing,” said Elaine.

“I pulled a trick on her by making my eyes all