“You’ll get no argument from me that the witches are selfish, greedy creatures. Do not forget, your ancestors came into their powers by selling their souls to the devil himself. The magic that flows through your veins may be Green, but your heart is black like all the others in the end.” I scoffed, laughing as I reached between us and poked him in the space where his heart should have been. “At least I have one,” I said.
