"My mistake wasn't falling in love with you. My mistake was hoping i was enough - hoping you'd love me more than you love power. "
- Ariana Blake, 300 years old and the Queen of New Orleans.
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I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms over my chest "They know who you are."
She looked at me.
Me " You're lucky they are not able to find you...yet"
She didn't say anything.
I asked confused "Why did Marcel give Elijah to you? Why not put him in the Garden like he did with the rest?"
Davina shrugged "i don't know"
Me "What is he planing with Elijah, Davina?"
Davina shook her head "I don't know"
I raised an eyebrow "You are lying, Davina. You know, i could just tell them where they can get Elijah but I won't. You know why ? because i won't let them hurt you"
Davina raised an eyebrow at me.
Me "Remember when you made me a necklace that makes me immune against witch magic. You did that because you trust me"
Then my phone buzzed.
I took it out and looked at it.
From : Nik
Plantation. Now.
Me "I have to go"
I turned around but saw a smirking Marcel standing behind me.
Marcel "You should take care of your own business, A."
Me "Marcel"
Marcel "she made you a necklace that makes you immune...of course she did that"
I shook my head "Marcel"
He ripped that necklace off my neck.
Marcel "You know, i don't like seeing you hurt. But you had to get yourself in my business"
