Slave To The Fang

23, Witch

Gale's POV

If I had thought that my heart was beating so fast before, it as nothing compared to now. I could practically hear it drumming in my ears and it took all of the self-control I had to rearrange my features and give Jaira a response.

"That is preposterous." I replied swiftly. Forcing myself to regain calmness. She couldn't possibly know. Hell, I was barely even a witch. I managed only a few spells here and there and they were very rough and a stroke of luck most of the time. She didn't know me. She had nothing on me. Not anything she could prove.

She laughed out loud, at my words and her eyes seemed to dance with an unknown fire.

"Ah, I expected no lesser response." She smirked. I didn't know what to do or how to react but just when I wanted to turn around and leave, she quickly changed form, her hands forming many different shapes and motions at the same time, while her mouth whispered and chanted strange words. Before it could even process what she was doing in my mind, she took an offensive stance and release a large fiery ball in my direction.

Call it instinct. Call it the best fight or flight response you've ever seen. Call it whatever but before I could even think of what I was doing, my body stiffened, taking an offensive glance and a temporary protective ward formed around me just as the fiery ball hit it and dissipated away into thin air.

I was breathing harshly, coming to terms with what had just happened. I looked up to see her smirking, her hands crossed over her chest.

"I didn't ask a question Gabrielle. I was stating a fact. You are a witch." She pronounced simply. I was still trying to get over the fact that this crazy woman had almost just burnt me with a fiery ball to prove a point.

"You almost burnt me. What the hell is wrong with you?" I whisper shouted at her, hurrying to stand directly in front of her. We were in an open corridor for heavens' sake. Anyone could have seen us. Anyone could have discovered my secret. My horror didn't even faze her in the least. He raised a challenging brow at my words.

"But I didn't. Because you are a witch. Like I knew you were." She retorted.

"You are crazy." I whispered harshly. She actually smiled a wide toothed smile at me.

"Agreed" was all she said. All my defenses were up. Was this the part where she blackmailed me and made me do whatever she wanted or she will reveal my secret? She was clearly a witch too. One who knew her way around spells clearly, I thought enviously. But what was to say, her master or mistress didn't know that. I was the one with the secret that I knew of. A secret that for some reason I had hidden my entire life.

"What do you want from me?" I asked on the offense, eyes narrowed at her. She just raised her brow again and smirked.

"I've been watching you since you came Gabrielle. I like you. I think we are going to be the best of friends." Her words shocked me. Was this a trick? I didn't trust her. What did she want? Yet her eyes showed no malice. Was she simply great at deception or was there something else at play here?

"What do you want?" I ground out again. Her smirk disappeared and she took on a serious look.

"I mean no malice. I just thought it would be nice to have a witch slave friend that's all." She replied.

"You don't seem like the type to want friends." I retorted harshly. She winced at first but then smiled.

"Indeed. Normal people can be dreadfully boring. But there's something about you Gabrielle. Call it fate's design, but I think we were supposed to know each other." I wasn't convinced even though she seemed sincere. In my world, no one was completely sincere. Especially someone who had leverage on you.