Elijah POV
The girl had just finished stitching and wrapping my arm. The stitches weren’t necessary, as the wound would take care of itself within a few days, but I didn’t want to decline her kindness- or interrupt. I was glad she’d stepped aside, because when Sapphira said the word Execution, my skin rippled and I jerked to my feet, a growl ripping out of my throat. “You will do no such thing,” I snarled, putting myself firmly in between Ambrosia and the elders.
“Oh, shush puppy,” Francis said, motioning with his hand. An invisible force- not unlike Ambrosia’s wind- knocked me back into my seat. “Also, babes, the last time we executed a witch for being born wrong was the 1700s. If you haven’t checked lately, it’s the 2020s. We’d get canceled.”
“The last time we had a powerful witch bo
