CHAPTER 16
Brygida opened her mouth and screamed Stefan’s name. She hoped her voice would carry across the fields back to the farm buildings far off on the horizon.
Her hand grasped for her vial, but Julian overpowered her before she could touch it, slamming her into the ground among the oleander’s white blooms.
He pinned her with so much ease, chuckling to himself as he clamped a begrimed hand over her mouth.
“You don’t have much time, you know,” he hissed, c*****g his head toward the sun, hope like a disc ready to fall behind the horizon.
Mamusia’s nightmare—
She thrashed beneath him, gaining not a bit of give.
No, no, no. She was a water witch. Did he think she needed to hold her vial in her hand for the wrath of the blood?
She bored her eyes into his gaze as black clouds gather
