CHAPTER 17—The Witch’s War
Carolyn
“I'm leaving!” I said, still trying to catch my breath, I wasn't about to die helpless in a witch’s cursed fortress.
“I’m not staying here,” I said, my voice thin and frayed. My legs still shook beneath me, my knees were weak as newborn fawns, but I forced myself upright anyway.
Rowenna didn’t move to stop me at first, she just stood near the hearth and watched me. “You can’t leave just yet,” she said quietly.
I struggled to hold back the laughter in my chest. “You threatened to kill me with silver,” I snapped. “You drugged me with the same tea that got me accused of murder. Doesn't that sound a little too convenient to you? And now you’re telling me to stay? For a third attempt on my life??”
Rowenna exhaled slowly. “ I didn't try to kill you, I o
