CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Emeline stood tied against the iron post, trying not to show any of the terror that she felt. She didn’t struggle and throw herself against the ropes, but that was only because she could feel how tight they were, and she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Beside her, Cora wasn’t so stoic about it. She wrenched at the ropes, as if she might break free; as if she might suddenly have a way through the mass of the villagers who had gathered to watch.
Emeline’s approach was simpler: in her mind she shouted with all the strength of her power, throwing it out into the world and hoping that there would be someone there to listen.
Help us, please! They’re going to burn us!
“You are evil things,” the priestess who had condemned them said as she stood before them. “And you must be
