Troy
Her head snapped forward with a sickening pop. The glow vanished. Silence dropped like a guillotine.
I blinked, waiting for more, something extra. Maybe some dramatic wind, a crash of lightning, or a spooky chant to tie the whole doom speech together. “That’s it? No flash of fire or a riddle in rhyme? Not even a cursed crystal ball?”
The crone’s lips peeled back in a snarl. “You will respect our magic, Ryker.”
The entire cottage trembled around us like her fury had awakened the bones of the house itself. Dust rained from the ceiling.
Now that was more like it.
Still, I crossed my arms and c****d a brow. “Alright, stormcloud. Let’s break it down. What exactly is this darkness? And how do I play exorcist if I don’t even know what strength I need?”
“I do not know.”
I stared at K
