Chapter Forty Seven *Did he win?*

*TRIGGER WARNING* *this chapter may contain some harsh words, abuse and violence*

*WARNING*

"maybe" he replied I took the last sip of my drink, I felt a little dizzy

"it's a good wine" I commented

"honey, it's not wine," he said with a weird smile, I felt a bad gut feeling I was blaming it on how bad I feel for breaking his heart, now I am not really sure

"I need to go," I said trying to get up

"not so soon," he said

"Iruḷiṉ rājyattiṟku pōkkuvarattu" I said, the transportation spell but nothing happened! Where is my magic

"oh you can't do magic now, my bad, to be honest, I got those special herbs to fight your precious ghost, but since you now know magic, I thought I will add some of the herbs to your drink too, it was a good mixture, right? " he said, he's crazy I thought to myself, I feel powerless

"bad for you, because I was a fighter before I knew magic," I said trying to sound tough

"don't you feel a little dizzy?" he asked I felt tears in my eyes