Betty POV
"Drink the tea," Judith says, her eyes fixed on mine. "Drink it all."
The ceramic cup feels heavy in my hands. The dark liquid inside smells of burnt leaves and something metallic, like old coins. I look up at the three witches sitting across the wooden table.
"Put the witch spirit inside my body so I can see her memories," I say. My voice sounds thinner than I want it to. "That sounds like she is just going to take over my skin."
No, not really, Tola says inside my head. Her voice is slow, stretching out with a heavy yawn. I will be there to guide her memories. I will stop her from doing anything stupid.
"Okay, but how does this work then?" I ask Judith.
"Well, it comes with a risk," Judith says. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the damp wood. "A small risk or a bi
