"It was only after the steward died that she decided to learn how to use her power just to bring him back to life. When she escaped from her father's house, she learned to use her powers with the help of some hidden witches who woke up her magic." She paused. "And she became one of the strongest witches in the world and also the Guardian of the Mourning Peaks. To guard it. To keep it safe from the kinds of men who hate what they cannot understand."
Marek was staring at her. He hadn't blinked in what felt like a very long time. Because her expression had changed, it was no longer the friendly, almost playful face he had grown used to over the past week. That face was gone. In its place was something cold and distant.
"Are there other witches here in the Mourning Peaks?" he asked in a low tone.
Odhran tilted her head. "Oh Marek, I didn't think you were this dumb."
"What?" His jaw dropped.
