CHAPTER 29
Her voice was faint, a ghost of a whisper carried on the wind, but unmistakable. My blood ran cold, and I froze, gripping the box tighter as if it could protect me.
“Kimberly…” the witch’s voice came again, soft but insistent, tugging at my mind like a thorn caught in fabric.
Noelle and Samuel hadn’t heard it, they were busy gathering their things, whispering about what to do next. But I couldn’t ignore it.
I took a step back, scanning the shadows around us. The clearing was still, the twisted trees looming like silent sentinels. The witch’s body lay motionless, and yet her presence felt stronger than ever, her essence still lingering in the air, heavy and suffocating.
“Kimberly…” The voice was louder now, and I flinched. It was as though she was inside my head, pulling at
