Chapter 12
“Mama! Papa!” Svetlana called out as she teleported to her parents' home in Moscow.
“Svetlana! Bystree, u nas malo vremeni!” (Svetlana! Quickly, we don’t have much time!) Anastasia shouted when she saw her daughter.
“What is happening?” Svetlana demanded, her breath hitching as she took in the chaotic state of their home. Her mother was frantically packing their belongings, darting across the room in a blind, breathless panic.
“Za nami okhotyatsya,” (We’re being hunted), Anatoly, her father, responded as he started stacking their belongings along the wall.
“What meanest thou by saying we are hunted?!” Svetlana exclaimed, a cold, unfamiliar dread seizing her chest.
“Daughter, Russia hunteth witches. The Church hath declared them evil beings that must be rooted out. Sonia’s
