CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Sophia tried to fight against the effects of the powder the witch had thrown in her face, pushing back against the urge to lie still, to sleep, to just stay there while the woman wearing Kate’s body like a coat used it to murder her. No matter how much she fought, though, it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t move, couldn’t call out for help, couldn’t do anything but lie there.
“There’s no point trying to fight,” Siobhan said through Kate’s mouth. She took out a vial of something that smelled pungent, as red as blood, so that her hands looked like a murderer’s when she started to spread it on them.
She took out a knife that was inlaid with runes and knotted with sigils.
“I took this from Haxa when I killed her,” Siobhan said. “The rune witch was weak and meddling, but I’m n
