Rowan's blood ran cold.
The moment Celestine smiled, she knew.
Something bad was about to happen.
Something very bad.
The High Witch stepped forward.
The rogues tightened their grip.
Rowan immediately began struggling again.
Violently.
"Get off me!"
The wolf holding her right arm nearly lost his grip.
Good.
She hoped she broke his nose.
Beside her, Evelyn was doing the same.
Not as effectively.
Not as violently.
But she was fighting.
Trying.
Panicking.
The rogues forced both women harder into the dirt.
Mud smeared across Rowan's cheek.
A sharp rock cut into her skin.
She barely noticed.
Her attention remained fixed on Celestine.
"What are you doing?" Evelyn asked.
Her voice shook.
Celestine didn't answer.
Instead, she slowly approached.
Every instinct Rowan posse
