Royle quickened his steps, making sure to stay under the shadow of the buildings as he made his way towards the shed where Misa would be waiting. Everything had gone downhill tonight, and all he could think about was getting to Misa, to make sure she was okay, that she was safe from Nisha's cruel hands.
Nisha.
His chest burned, more than it had ever burned before as if the mark was a branding iron permanently searing into his skin. He could still feel the painful beat of his heart when he heard the smack of skin against skin and the desperate pleas of the witches asking Nisha to let 'the girl' go.
That bìtch!
Rage boiled in his blood. Nisha touched her. No. She hurt her. The wretch hurt Misa, and Royle could do nothing about it. The moment was still clear in his mind. He could still he
