Royle resisted the urge to reach for the gun holstered at his belt. The elderly witch’s room was cold, not just from the cooling weather, but from the icy stares the witches pinned at Misa from around the table. They didn’t give him a second glance, as if the situation that had blown up was all her fault.
And still, Misa continued to explain everything to them. Everything, from her bargain with Royle, to her friendship with Hethel. He noted that she left Torren out of the story and framed the two witches, Brin and Sha’ka as innocent bystanders who fell for her lies. He wasn’t sure if he was amazed or irritated that she was protecting them by putting the sole blame on herself.
Some of the blame had fallen on Royle’s shoulders. He had instigated her involvement with the witches
