CHAPTER 9 —The Witch's Gaze
Carolyn
My breath came in desperate gasps, cold air stinging my lungs as I looked up at the woman who stood before me.
Her emerald eyes pierced through me, and the sharp end of her staff gleamed like a predator’s fang. From the deadly look in her eyes I could tell she meant game, she wasn't messing around.
I could feel the weight of her gaze more than I could see it, as if her eyes could carve their way through me, picking apart every truth, every lie, every fear. If looks could strike down a person, this was certainly it.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out at first, only a strangled gasp.
I wasn’t sure what I was even supposed to say. Could I trust this woman? She was obviously a witch who seemed to be alone in this forsaken compound, surr
