TwentyJake woke, his eyes slowly fluttering open. The room around him spun, the fever felt worse than before. “Tamatan? he croaked.
“I am here, Jake. We have news?”
“News? What news?”
“The witch is here,” Bea said, placing another damp rag on Jake's burning skin. She lifted his head, pouring a few drops of water between his cracked lips. “She is in another room, preparing her things.”
“What things?” Jake said in a confused tone.
“We do not know,” Tamatan replied. “We will though. Soon enough.”
Jake closed his eyes, drifting back into unconsciousness as the door opened. A figure appeared, dressed in a white cloak. Moving over to a side table, the figure removed her hood, looking at the sleeping man on the bed. Her hair was dark, eyes piercing grey. “We need to remove his clothing,” sh
