~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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On getting to our room which previously used to be Peter's, I sat heavily on our bed and stared into space as I pondered greatly on the witch's words.
We had to go on a journey
Peculiar and I
Just the two of us with her
That would be risky because I could end up killing Peculiar on the way since I had the upper hand here.
I was immune. Immune to her silly games.
She couldn't make me fall ill, make me feel pain or disrupt anything happening around me. She was powerless.
At that thought, I smiled.
"Why are you smiling now?" Peter asked and I looked up at him as he came to stand before me.
"Peculiar is powerless to me," I excitedly told him and he sighed and sat down on my left beside me with an exhausted look.
"I do not like this one bit," he revealed as he took my left hand in his right hand and held onto it tightly.
"I know, but you have to trust me, my love. I am capable."
