“Grandma, I'm home!” I called walking into the house.“Finally! We were waiting for you, the dinner is ready,” she stated and quickly walked back to the kitchen to put food on the plates.I ran to wash my hands and soon joined Kira and her at the kitchen table. Grandma made my favorite spinach casserole, it was great to taste something that she made after such long time. The food melted in my mouth.“Doesn't it taste good?” Grandma asked suddenly.“I love it. Why do you ask?” I answered confused.“You grimaced like there was something wrong with it…” she clearly noticed my mind was somewhere else.“Old Amara is right,” Kira cut in, “We were so talkative yesterday, we forgot to ask how have you been, while we were gone. Is there something bothering else you?”I guessed they were both worried, especially since the solution to break the kissing spe

I came back home continuously processing Sister's words, Mahala's appearing and everything that led to Sister's imprisonment. Perhaps, there must have been something seriously wrong with me because I couldn't treat Sister simply as an evil witch. Her vengeance was completely out of proportion, yet she wasn't the one who began the bloodshed. On the other hand, there was Mahala and the group of witches that supposed to dispense justice… but justice for whom?In Mahala's words those witches supposed to be honorable and upright, but were they really? If they only decided to act after Sister attacked the nobles, it would have meant that they merely did something to protect themselves instead of doing what was right. Furthermore, wouldn't it more accurate for the witches to try saving the one witch that was brought to the court? Since they didn't act then, I would rather assume that Sister told the truth about their collaboration with the nobles. Maybe, it was some kind of p

Jason was staring deeply in my eyes. I wished I could find an ounce of hesitation within his gaze, but everything about him seemed to be saying that he mean every word he just whispered to my ear. An awkward smile appeared on my face. “Um… but there are people here…” I mumbled hectically not realizing that I actually agreed on kissing him. He laughed faintly then flopped his head on my arm letting me go from embrace. I instantly felt him leaning the weight of his body on me. Something wasn't right… “Jason…?” I called softly patting his hanging loose arm, “Jason!” I called louder. There was no response. It looked like he lost consciousness. I gently pushed him a little away from me allowing him to lean on my stretched arms. Only then I realized there was blood on my hand, it wasn't my blood… “Oh, God…” I muttered terrified. I looked at him cautiously and suddenly noticed a red stain on the right side around Jason's ribs. I froze.

A normal human being probably should go home and rest after experiencing what I did, but I headed straight to the office. Preparing the first episode for emission was my responsibility. Besides, there were already editors working on the footage, precutting single takes so that we could make the final decision together. My job wasn't too complicated, yet if there was anything wrong with the final version of the episode, I would be the one who'd take the blame for it. Additionally, the fact that the CEO acted all hostile towards me, left me no room for error, although I kept wondering if he would actually fire me, if I messed things up… Certainly, I was not eager to find that out.It was 7 PM when I walked back to TVM's headquarters. I just received a message that the editing team still needed an extra hour to prepare the recorded material. On the way to my office, I kept swaying on my feet. In other's eyes I must have resembled a zombie mumbling softly “Coffee&hel

Another stressful day was finally over. Moreover, it was Friday! I had never been so happy to go home after work. I felt like somebody took a heavy weight off my shoulders, it was amazingly relieving. Even though, I had to plan the next episodes, but there wouldn't be anyone breathing down my neck from now on. At the same time, it all had a bitter-sweet taste. From this point, there would be no reason for the CEO to check up on me, and this meant I wouldn't get to see him, probably at all.“You already made the decision! You just need to stick to it!” I tried convincing myself, but it was easier to say it than to genuinely let it go.On my way back, I kept trying to set my mind directly on my goal. I needed to concentrate solely on preventing myself from dying on the day of my birthday. I was looking forward to the possibility of taking my mind off of work and being able to read Immara's diary. I hoped I would have at least a clue to how I should release my