I press my face against his chest. I can hear it breathing. I can feel it rise and decline.  I feel his hand move up my back. I turn and see the charm shaking. Then... I feel the cold chill of poison aura. Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong. Something is calling me. Or calling us. I don't know. I see blackness like tar rising up the walls. Is someone watching us? I sit up and look around.

"Are you alright?" Shang rises.

"Why do I feel like we're being watched?" I ask.

He presses his lips onto my forehead.

"Don't you feel it?" I ask.

I feel him move one of his hands up my leg. I look at him in surprise.

"There is nothing wrong, trust me." Shang smiles.

"I just... I just feel like something's wrong. I'm a little... scared." I say.

I feel his lips onto mine suddenly. I jump.

"It's okay. It's okay." He smiles at me.

"I just... I sense evil sometimes, me being a witch and all." I say.

"I wouldn't call you a witch." He points out.

"Really?" I ask looking at him in surprise. 

"Yes. Witches are evil, you're anything but." He says.

He pulls my hair down. I try to hold the tears of happiness. I wipe my face. He grips me. Maybe I'm just imaging things. I hope not. I grip him harder. Please... please just let the darkness be a dream. Please let this evil aura be like fog.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He says.

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