Argonathe squinted at Oliver as he went slack jawed and slumped over in the chair. Argonathe had to keep ordering him to sit up, and I wanted to reach out and help him. But each time I moved my hands towards him, Argonathe gave me a stern glare. It only took two times for me to get the hint I couldn’t touch him.
“How often did you go to the church?”
“Every day. They said the walk was good for us.” Oliver slurred, his words slurping out his mouth like he was drooling. I can’t believe they got any sun while they were with the coven, they’re so pasty.
“Was it always the same sermon? The same people?”
“Sometimes it was different. They said they wanted us to meet our full potential. Told twisted stories about different magic folk and how they took witch’s power. The same person never gave t
