The witch had no detectable heartbeat as far as Cora could tell. The throat that she had her hand wrapped around did definitely not belong to a living being. No. Morgana was no more alive than Manasseh had been.
And the same tainted power clung to her like a perfume. It hadn’t progressed as far but it was there. Cora was done with being led around this accursed place by someone so thoroughly untrustworthy.
“Not a threat.” Morgana said. “A warning.”
“How presumptuous.” The voice that Cora had heard before said. “You killed something she couldn’t and she dares to warn you? Absurd.”
It didn’t look like anyone else was hearing the voice.
The voice started laughing and changed from Cora’s own voice to a deep and melodic sound with a hypnotic quality to it. Then a woman with pale skin a
