[Little Jevan perspective]
A whole week had passed since that ghost disappeared after the battle with the witches or at least, the ones who were supposed to be witches. Honestly, I still didn't know what witches actually were, but that's what Vensen told me, and he repeated it several times. Still, there was this strange feeling of loneliness inside me.
Even though Marco never stopped sticking around, and even though I played that card game they call "Court of Magic" with Vensen and Jax every day, I couldn't shake that feeling. Something was missing, as if a part of me wasn't there.
This place was far better than my old home no comparison at all. The walls were clean and not cracked, the rooms were neat, and there was no foul smell anywhere. The food was plentiful, and the bed was so soft that sometimes I fell asleep without realizing it. The whole place gave off this overwhelming sense of comfort.
