Gideon
The brown-haired witch-assassin finally calmed down. She had to do that after having already stabbed me. The silver burned. It would have done more than just that if not for Riva. She saved my life again. I knew that if Riva had joined forces with her friend, I would have been dead. One of them would not have pulled the dagger in. Instead, she would have pushed it further - dug in until I could no longer pull it out without massive internal damage. The silver might even have cracked and left splinters inside me.
I was glad that I had at least unsettled Willa with my revelation. I was telling her the truth. Without a witch, my pack wouldn’t have created elixirs for Hotchkiss and his men. Someone of their kind was a traitor, although I had not met her myself. Not yet. I knew that
