‘Both my parents were killed by witches.’
The words echoed in Andrea’s mind over and over again even as she met Ulric’s eyes and held them. The look in his eyes was unsettling, as though he was trying to read her or see through her.
She had expected it would be something bad to warrant the venom she heard in his voice, but the death of both parents at the hands of witches was worse than bad.
Suddenly, Andrea’s throat felt desert dry. The fear coursing through her veins went up a notch, which only amplified the magic energy that buzzed under her skin. Andrea didn’t dare unclench her hands for fear that the strange white sparks would appear and Ulric would see them. And then everything would be over because he would kill her.
Gods, Andrea wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole
