When the witch realized Ian was serious about getting the truth from her, even if it meant breaking her, she waved her hand in front of him in surrender as she fell back into the seat behind her.
"Stop. I'll talk, I'll talk!" the witch shouted, finally giving in.
At the same time, her coughing seized immediately. She drew in sharp breaths, her throat burning like she had swallowed small razors.
A sharp laughter filled the room, coming from Thomas.
"There he goes again, scaring away all his potential lovers. Seems like you weren't his type after all," Thomas remarked, stifling a chuckle.
The witch shot him an irritated glare as she managed to sit up properly.
"A black witch as an emissary. I don't know if you take us for fools to even assume we would believe such a false tale," Ian st
