I’m putting my hair up in a towel when my arms go still. I was looking in the mirror, and just for a moment, one brief moment, I thought I saw my eyes turn yellow.
Blinking hard, I lean a little closer to my reflection, but nothing seems to be different. Did I imagine it?
I keep staring at myself, but nothing changes.
“That’s it,” I mumble. “I’m going nuts. The crazies have gotten me. I must have dived into that lake and caught an infection or something. And now I’m seeing things.”
I look down at my ankle to check whether I imagined the tattoo, as well. It’s still there. I’m about to call for Mary to come and see, but something stops me.
The reason there is such little information about the dark witches, aside from their obvious evil nature, is because they are a sort of taboo topic i
