“Helena, I’m furious,” she says angrily, running her hand through my hair. “First you will do what you were brought in to do, and then you will get us out of here, witch.” “I hate you, please yourself,” I shout with anger. “We were thrown into an unknown place and, it seems, into the bodies of other people, and all you care about is to satisfy your needs.” - Am I supposed to believe that this is not your doing? Of the two of us, only you do magic, witch. And stop acting like offended innocence. You lost her a long time ago. “Through your efforts,” I shout with hatred. - Of course, mine, so get started. When Morad learned that a witch had been spotted on his territory, she occupied all his thoughts. And over time it became his obsession. In a fit of anger I managed to accomplish a lot...