Chapter 29 - OtyliaYou picked the wrong witch…
THE FIRST CULTIST GRINNED as he staggered forward with his ax ready. “Come nicely and Queen Marzanna won’t pluck you limb from limb.”
“Queen, huh?” I smirked. Despite Dziewanna’s distance, I stretched my soul into the depths of her power and stepped toward the cultist. “Your queen obviously knows nothing about me, because if she did, she’d know I don’t come nicely.”
With one flick of the wrist, I sent the branches of an alder tree shooting through his stomach. Then his neck. Then his head.
The other three scrambled back as they stared up at their ally. He hung a foot off the ground—my first human kill. Blood flowed from where I’d impaled him, and his mouth gaped in horror as his ax slid to the snow. I regretted nothing.
“Who’s next?” I he
