The nearby shifters yelled in surprise, overturning a folding table as they scrambled to get away. I didn’t have time to feel bad about scaring them, swatting the flaming attacks away as I racked my mind for a way to stop this witch without killing her. I needed to act fast, lest she be able to use teleportation magic herself. I needed answers.
Damn Aurora witches. Can’t we all just get along?
An image of my Aunt Esme sprang to mind alongside an idea. Sprinting toward the witch, I focused on a sleeping spell I’d used to help ease my aunt into sleep shortly after we’d rescued her from Sabine’s torture. Startled that I was rushing her, the witch backpedaled, briefly panicking before flinging another flame at me. Just like Grant had taught me, I dodged while staying on my feet, lunging to g
