CHAPTER 12 —Tea Beneath a Cursed Roof
Carolyn
“Do you care for some tea?”
The question came out of nowhere. So sudden and so absurdly casual, that for a moment I wondered if I had misheard her.
One second, the witch was pointing silver at my heart and speaking of power, wolves and me as though I were a loaded weapon she hadn’t yet decided whether to fire or dispose of, and the next, she was asking me about tea. How does that make any sense, was this witch mentally unstable or was this some kind of joke or another one of her ploys.
She lowered her staff and stamped it onto the stone floor with a dull, hollow clack that echoed far louder than it should have. The sound made me flinch as my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
I stared at the staff and then at her, then back at t
