Chapter 55
“We have to stop her,” I say, pacing around the witch in the hallway.
The witch snorts.
If anyone saw her, they’d think she was mad. How could it be otherwise with her snorting and talking to herself in a dark corridor?
“Isn’t there something you can do?” I ask. “Malyn relies on you. Can’t you botch a transfer or something?”
“I can certainly botch all kinds of spells and ceremonies. But if I do it in front of the queen, that will be my last mistake. And I fully intend to make many more in the years to come.”
“Please. I can make sure you get paid for your troubles.”
She snorts again. It’s an indelicate sound that matches what I assume she looks like inside that dark hood.
“No need to pay, child. I never volunteered to be in the service of royalty. It’s never good when the
