Chapter 28October 14th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Twenty-four years old, by one day, and this could be the day I died. I’d gone straight into the Inquisition while still in college, went through the training for two years until I learned the reality of politics in the Inquisition.
They weren’t going to let me near other witches. It had only been Lockwood’s influence that kept them from burning me in the first place.
And now they were going to get what they wanted.
Trapped in the stairwell between masses of dead things. They’d emptied Bramson Bay’s cemetery, and someone had been busy killing its citizens to flesh out this flock, and it was all coming down on me.
I couldn’t prove that Inquisitor General Fournier had anything to do with this trap, I was busy trying to stay alive, but Fou
