Chapter 28
They burn witches, don’t they?
Even in modern times, women suspected of doing anything remotely weird are accused of witchcraft.
Being found at the site of a mysterious fire, surrounded by strange artefacts, and air vibrating with music and voices the like I’ve never heard before is not going to do my reputation one jot of good.
Not that my reputation was good to start with.
Not that I’ll be alive when they find me. I’m about to be burnt alive.
Witchcraft and whether I do or don’t dabble will be completely immaterial.
Dead is dead.
Persephone Wells looked at the women standing in front of her. They appeared as shocked as she felt, and something more. Perhaps they’d been expecting someone else? Well, too bad for them; they were stuck, for a few minutes anyway, with ordina
