“I am not a witch, stablehand!”
Soraya stopped herself after that outburst. Her fingers reached for her lips as if trying to hold on to any more words that might come. She did not want to lose her temper in front of a servant. At least, not again. Adrian was still quietly regarding her as if thinking hard about whether she was telling the truth.
He sat down on one of the dusty stools, one closest to his boiling pot. Soraya followed suit on another stool near the open door that led to the living areas.
Why was she not running away? This young man had just confessed to being a warlock. He was dangerous whether or not that was the truth. If that were the truth, then he could easily put her under a spell. On the other hand, it could be a delusion. He might be unhinged, possibly more danger
