If the red hair, red robes, and red blood on her weren’t enough, her whole face turned a bright red to match.
Oh. My. Gods.
Hunter smirked down at me, his familiar grin infuriating me.
“I’ll… yes... Uhm…. Your alive... okay…”
Witches can stutter?
I sat up, must to Hunter protest, shoving him off me.
Out of you, more like…
“Wait, Pyrrhus!”
I immediately realized I was still naked from the shift. Unceremoniously grabbing a cloak, a little shredded from an overhead line, I rushed out of the alley after her.
Leaving Hunter and his stupid smirk sitting in the street.
An hour later, we were assembled in the throne room.
My dignity is missing, but at least I’m fully clothed.
The remaining elemental witches stood by their thrones.
Earth and water had been killed; I had learne
