Willow notices the same, and her voice is filled with anticipation. “If you defend her, you are also a traitor. The healer is siding with the dark witch!” There’s a wealth of glee in her voice. “She must be working for the dark witch!”
Panic fills me. “Mary, stop! Let them do what they want to do. Get away from here!” My friend freezes, and I continue, frightened. I don’t want anything to happen to her. “Just go! I don’t need your help!”
She stumbles backward, her eyes changing back to normal. There are tears in them. “But—”
Jason quickly grabs Mary, holding her steady.
The witches lift up my skirt, hiking it all the way to my waist such that the entire bottom half of my body is revealed. I feel the sting of humiliation, but there’s nothing I can do. I am being judged for something I’m
