CALLUM
“Witch…” I growled deeply, my hands clenched around the woman’s veiny neck as I pressed her to the wall.
I had tracked her down after parting with Bernard, intent on wringing her dry of any information she might have about what happened a few hours ago. I had to act fast, or before I knew it, she’d be long gone, and finding her would be practically impossible.
“M-my… b-boy—”
I squeezed my hand tighter, eyes hard and unflinching as she struggled against my hold, unable to breathe.
Wisps of purple smoke lashed out of her, but they immediately dispersed when they came a few inches closer to me. Still, she kept trying to attack, even as desperation took hold. It was only when her limbs went limp and her breathing almost stopped that I let her go, and she fell in a heap onto the gro
