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I gaze down at Sage's wrist , my bottom lip trembling as I pull my thumb over the purplish bruise . It's clear that he tied her wrists together , and she fought against the restraint . I know she did . I know Sage . I'm surprised she didn't come back with pieces of his flesh stuck between her teeth . I hastily wipe at the stray tear rolling down my cheek . Why isn't she talking , though ? She's barely breathing , her eyes motionless , soulless ...
As if she's trapped inside her mind . "There were traces of a moon witch in the cell Sage was in ." Moon witch ? I turn , watching Jasper round the bed , his solemn eyes roving over Sage . Moon witches are myths , bedtime st
