Greta Lovelace
The door to the healing chamber creaked as it opened and a gust of cold wind blew in, carrying with it Sabine and Ezra. Immediately, I turned my head to look at them. Sabine wore a concerned expression on her face as she scanned the three of us in the room.
"Is everything alright, Witch Mother?" Sabine asked slowly after a few moments of silence. Anya and I both remained silent; neither of us had the courage to answer her truthfully. We both knew that nothing was alright.
Ignoring our silence, Sabine walked closer to me, her face still etched with worry. Ezra followed behind her, her gaze darting between Anya and me with an unreadable expression on her face. She stopped short when she realized what was going on in the room and gave Anya a questioning glance before finally
