Seth and Will stood in front of a house deep in the forest. Seth kept his eyes sharp, alert to the slightest movement. Visiting a High Witch in the middle of the woods in England wasn’t exactly a casual stroll—there could be traps, dangers, anything.
Emma had given him a lead—one of her witch mates lived out here. She might have the answers Seth was desperate for… about the dream that wouldn’t let him go.
“Be careful, Will. She’s a black witch. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“I’ve got goosebumps already, Seth.”
“Don’t be such a wimp. Ah, looks like she knows we’re here.”
The vines tangled around the tall gate began to slither down towards the ground, shifting out of the way. A faint black glow surrounded the lock, and with a soft click, it popped open.
They stepped through, following the
