Royle quickened his steps, making sure to stay under the shadow of the buildings as he made his way towards the shed where Misa waited. Everything had gone downhill tonight, but at least this part of the plan would go seamlessly.
His heart clenched at the thought of what had transpired in the witches’ meet. He could still feel the painful beat of his heart when he heard the smack of skin against skin and the desperate pleas of the witches asking Nisha to let ‘the girl’ go.
Rage boiled in his blood. Nisha touched her. No. She hurt her. The wretch hurt Misa, and Royle could do nothing about it. The moment was still clear in his mind. He could still hear the clunk of Misa dropping to the ground, the desperate gasps for air she had taken. It didn’t take much more for Royle to pie
