ABIGAIL. THE WITCH.
Anger boiled inside my gut like the simmering of a well brewed poison. Those incompetent fools had tortured the female’s body too much.
Far more than I would have allowed if I’d known she was there. They’d stupidly take too long to alert me to her presence.
She was the key to my final revenge, and I would not have those men at the Academy screw everything up.
“Lie down, Megara,” I told her, but she didn’t move.
I laughed to myself. Of course, she didn’t move.
The potion I’d given her was to help her physical healing, but it was also made to t*****e the human.
She would feel paralyzed, and hopefully terrified.
But physically she would heal, and that was the first step in my interrogation.
“I suppose I’d better help you, then.”
I lifted her stiff legs and shifte
