Chapter 216 How Do You Kill a Witch?

• Faye
• My entire body revolts against every move I’m trying to make as Emelda stands in the doorway, her body casting a long shadow across the floorboards. My skin feels numb. My mouth is bone dry, and my eyes sting against the firelight, but I can see the outline of a tall, darkened figure moving in Emelda’s direction.
• Anger ignites, waking my body from what she meant to be an eternal slumber. A final rest.