CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Kate felt herself coming back to wakefulness like a swimmer rising from deep water, floating up one phase at a time, through blackness into grays and then into the light. It seemed to take forever before her eyes flickered open, and when they did, she gasped with the effort of it.
“Easy, Kate. You’ve been through a lot.” A woman leaned over her, holding a cup of water to her lips.
“Careful, Cora,” a young man said from the other side of the room. “You don’t know for sure that it’s her.”
Emeline was there with him, playing a game involving bone dice. “It’s her, Aidan. The witch is gone.”
Gone. Kate paused at that thought, looking down deep inside of herself, trying to find any trace of Siobhan left inside her. There was nothing, not just of Siobhan, but nothing. Kat
