Chapter 51
The witch raises her hands in the air as though raising something from the floor.
It isn’t the floor, though, that responds. It’s the bluish patch of the Dark King’s cloak in Malyn’s hand. Malyn holds it in front of the kneeling girl.
A wisp of smoke rises from the patch of bluish skin. It writhes like a snake, shifting this way and that as if there’s a slight breeze. It floats as though it comes from a flickering flame, slithering up into the air.
It meanders over to the girl’s face. It shifts around to one side of her face, then moves to the other.
The witch chants louder, more forcefully. It sounds like a command.
The smoke wafts into the girl’s nose and mouth, beneath her lashes and into her ears.
My heart pounds so loud that I almost can’t hear what’s happening. I lo
