Her lips curled.
“That old witch was not keen on keeping your name a secret.•
“Etcherda?” I whispered, watching the way her eyes glinted the second I mentioned her name.
My hands curled into a fist by my sides knowing that the old witch gave us away.
“What do you want?” I hissed, breathing hard.
“What do I want?” She repeated, the smirk on her lips broadening.
I could barely comprehend what happened next, because she did it again, moving within the blink of an eye as her fingers curled tightly around my throat.
Then she spoke. “What I want…” her voice sounded like a void, deep and dark as her nails dug deeper into the skin of flesh on my neck.
I struggled against her hold, choking as I tried to gasp for air moving my hands to pry and claw her hands away from my neck, but it was us
