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Kaya’s POV.

“Kaya,” my ears pick up on eerie voices, sinking into my head. A furrow wrestles on my face as I awaken to reality, and suddenly, I gasp when I feel the intensity of the voices when they call again. “Kaya.”

My head snaps to the front, and there are three women at the end of the bed. They are in robes with the hood covering their faces, so I have no way of knowing if I recognize them or not.

That aside, the aura they release sends chills down my spine, shaking me to my very core.

“Who are you?” I ask with the nerves around my neck poking out.

The women speak with raspy voices, an intent of darkness lurking behind each word. “You have seen our presence, great witch, because you made yourself come to our attention. Await your doom, for we shall come for you. And we do; the curse shall be back. You haven’t paid the right price, and we shall come for what is ours.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” Although they dress entirely black, at the left chest area of their robes, I s