“Why didn’t you call them sooner?” He asked.
“Because I didn’t know how I felt about this pack before now. I’ll do what I can to protect it. That doesn’t mean I am ready to take responsibility for it.” I said.
“That’s fair enough.” He said.
The dungeon door was left open and I could only imagine that they did that for my benefit. Knowing that I couldn’t go down there because there’s not enough room and the spell is still in place.
But it wasn’t long before I heard the witch screaming in pain. Ezra had started torturing her and he wasn’t going to stop until she lifted the spell.
I sat there feeling oddly satisfied about what he was doing and that made me start questioning myself. Am i really worse than i thought I was because I am enjoying listening to someone being tortured.
If
