Kiana
“You can’t do anything to me,” I whispered as I stared at the powerful witch. “Your magic can’t touch me.”
The Crone rolled her eyes. “You’re many things, Kiana, but mostly you seem to be an i***t. If I wanted you dead, I could have stabbed you through your pretty little eyeballs when you were unconscious in my day room.”
Keep an eye on her, I wrapped the towel around my body. “Troy might kill you for trespassing.”
“I strongly suspect that pup will be the death of me, but it will not be today. You’re too curious about your mother, and I’m the only one with answers. Unless you’d like to ask Claudine Frost.” A cold smile spread over her etched and withered face. “I’ll let you get dressed and alert your mate. I’ll be with the witches when you’re ready to find me.”
She evaporated wi
