This time, the witches’ meet took place at the basement of an old inn that did not have good business. Misa followed Sha’ka through the underground passageway. Royle was in front of them, bound and blindfolded. Sha’ka had one hand on his elbow, steering him forward, and her other gripped around a torch to light their way. As much as Misa tried to convince Sha’ka that he could be trusted, the witch insisted on following the ordain and keeping outsiders unaware of their locations.
Not that it really mattered. Royle had already been able to pinpoint several of their gathering sites. Sha’ka tugged on Royle to stop him and moved past him to open the door. She touched the stone but paused.
“Stay here,” Sha’ka said to Royle. “I will come get you when the time is right.”
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