Mikki blinked several times before she managed to form a proper sentence.
“What did you say? What does it even mean? The Dark Witch doesn't exist, it's a myth," she stated, convinced that Fitz had gone mad and was now making jokes at inappropriate moments.
But he shook his head with a serious and painful expression on his face, and Mikki knew that he wasn't lying.
“It's true, Mik. I saw her with my own eyes."
Mikki gasped. That wasn't possible, was it? The Dark Witch was supposed to be folklore, a myth from stories that old wolves used to tell their children.
“So, what is this trade about? Why did he even have to do it? I don't understand," she shot more questions at him, ignoring the pain in her heart and the absurdity of it all.
Then, Fitz started to tell her how they managed to
