Sylvia's POV:

I couldn't struggle or break free from the grip. The one behind me was clinging to me with all their weight. My skin broke into goosebumps as the person's smooth, icy skin touched mine. "Sweetheart, it's not good to run around this way."

The hoarse voice of a woman rang in my ears.

Hearing that, I broke into a cold sweat.

I clenched my fists, trying to remain calm. "Are you Noreen?"

The woman responded with maniacal laughter. She neither denied it nor gave me a direct answer.

However, I wasn't willing to give up. "Why do you have my mother's photos? And what about the pendant?"

in a strange tone that sounded sweet and intimate, which only seemed

wasn't in the mood for her silly games, so I

anything, I guess

mysterious right from the beginning and

tell she wasn't going

Are you trying to remind me of something?" The woman remained

rose in my throat as I recalled the dream where I saw Rufus ensnared by the blackthorns. I realized it was perhaps this evil witch's trick. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet

neck. "Don't be anxious, Sylvia. Everything will

enraged me even though I couldn't understand

come true? Does she mean

I struggled to escape her hold. "What on

woman loosened her grip on my shoulders and continued to hum without

in a desperate

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