Page 123 of The Blairville Legacies

“Bayla, what’s wrong? Do you need anything?”

What if she was suffering from a serious illness?

But instead of answering me, she squinted her still-bright eyes tightly as if she were feeling pain.

I winced as I brushed her skin.Christ, she was literallyglowing!

Then, finally, it stopped, and her entire body relaxed. She slumped down until she was completely nodding off.

“Emely, what are you doing?!” I heard a voice behind me yell.

I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Her eyes just started glowing.... Just like ours.”

That was all I could get out of my mouth at that moment. I was still completely lost and had no idea what that had just been.

Did I want to know?No. Was it any of my business? If it was some weird witch thing,probably not.

We both, Julian and I, sat on my bed and stared at the sleeping girl.

Shit, man...What if she could have died? The witches probably would have torn me apart and Julian right along with me.

I swallowed hard.

“It was the same with me,” Julian murmured thoughtfully.

I turned my gaze away from the witch and looked at him instead.

“What?” he asked, irritated.

“You sound like there’s something else.”

Julian was silent for too long, which didn’t mean anything good. If he knewanythingabout them, he should tell menow.

“Can witches actually imitate the beginning stages of our transformation?” he finally asked.

“Now, what makes you think that?”

“Her arms...”

“What about her arms?”

“I thought I saw her veins bulge out for a brief moment... Just like ours.”

What he said there made me suck in my breath sharply.

“Impossible. You must have been out of your mind,” I returned.

Julian looked at me with annoyance. For a second, I even thought he was about to grin now, as he often did, but his expression darkened.

“What do youthinkof me?” he asked, looking at me hard.

I shrugged and looked back at Bayla. “I don’t know. You’ve been through a lot.”

I didn’t regret my words one bit. He should be able to talk openly about his problems. Just like others did.

Unlike Julian, I had no one to really talk to.

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