Chapter Nine
Cissy pushed a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, not bothering to put it back in her ponytail. It would only fall out again the next time she hit the punching bag.
She flung out a fist again, making the bag rock through the air with the force of her punch.
It didn't help.
All of the frustration, all of the annoyance, it was still sitting inside her and building each day. How was she supposed to get through each day when she was no further forward when it came to sorting out the way she was feeling about everything that happened with Alvin.
At night, she could still feel the pain of his athame slicing into her skin, followed by the drag of necromancer magic as he pulled on her blood to do nothing important. He used to laugh after he stopped humming and let the magic
