Chapter 146
Argonathe flinched at the word. I furrowed my brows, my mind racing, trying to decipher whatever she meant. “Speak of her with respect!” Another witch spat out. One who wasn’t under Argonathe’s spell. Argonathe’s head swiveled, and he shot her a burning look. One of rage. His upper lip curled in a snarl and he rushed forth. His hand lashed out, gripping her neck. “Speak!” Spit splattered her face. Her feet dangled off the ground and choking sounds came from her. She gripped his hands and he held her, and for a moment I thought she was clawing at them. Then she laughed. Wicked and loud, her eyes wild, her mouth wide open. Argonathe snarled and her, squeezing her harder. “Why?” He damned. Her laughter stopped and her heart slowed to a dull pace. Gwen’s breath caught in her throat, and
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