Chapter Two Hundred And Fifty-one: The Young Impulsive Witch

What kind of witch was she? Asher wondered. To others, it seems like she desired to help people out but to Asher, it was almost as if danger thrilled her. 

That was an admirable trait yet a dangerous one if she goes off the track. Imagine making an enemy of a vampire hybrid whose knowledge grew with each battle she engaged in. 

Devon doesn't have to be taught, she just needs to be shown and she has an idea of it at once. Her ability was amazing with prospects of it evolving into something huge yet dangerous in the future; never estimate the power of the brain.

"Thank you," Sabrina whispered to her gratefully. If not for her help, her knees would have given out by now as a result of lack of strength. 

Two they say is better than one because, in no time, Sabrina and Devon had finished teleporting the vampires.

They both crumpled to the ground out of exhaustion. 

"That was awesome!" Jubilated Devon which elicited an odd look from Sabrina.