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Lily nodded. “But we need to act quickly.”

Glancing at her unconscious friend, whose hair colour would now rival that of any raven, Sam realised she had no choice but to slit her best friend’s throat.

Chapter 39

Kyla found herself lost, trapped in a nightmare happening in her own head. Her surroundings such a pitch black she couldn’t even see her hands in front of her face. The only sound echoing around her being the haunting cackle of the old maid trying to overthrow her.

Fear froze her to the spot, full well knowing that the witch was looking for her, wanting to extinguish her to jet-black oblivion forever.

“I bet your dear old gran never expected this,” she called out, her voice high pitched, full of mocking.

Footsteps echoed around Kyla, bouncing all around, making it impossible to pinpoint exactly where the old hag was. Kyla tried to block out the maid’s taunts of her gran but she was ultimately done for—she had no mental barriers protecting her thoughts anymore—the rotten bitch was a part of her thoughts now.

A sudden ice-cold breeze blew across the back of Kyla’s neck sending a violent shiver down her spine. Dread pooled in her stomach. She knew she’d been found.

“I must say, you really are quite powerful. I never expected this much raw energy to be inside one of you.” A flash of bright blue streaks lit up the darkness like lightning before two frightening eyes stared back into Kyla’s. “I think we’re going to get along just fine. Don’t you?”

“Just kill me already, you old bitch.”

The maid cackled, the chilling sound howling around Kyla in such a way, goosebumps popped up all over her body.

“My dear girl, what would be the point of that? It’s you that has all the power. You’re like the nuclear reactor of a submarine. I’m merely the driver.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to do anything for you?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll kill all your friends and family, which of course to the outside world is actually you. I don’t need magic for that, my dear. Then, when you’re all sad and alone, rotting in prison, I’ll set up my next body and leave you to a life of loneliness, misery, and guilt.”

“You need help.”

“No, my dear. I think the one in need of help is actually you.”

“Actually,” came a third female voice. “It is you that needs help, Mildred.”

Silence. A long, strained silence filled the empty dark void. Kyla sucked in a sharp breath. She didn’t recognise the new voice at all. However, the underlying threat and promise of danger in her tone of voice could not be mistaken. If it weren’t for the voice being female, Kyla would have sworn the words came from her grandad.

“Impossible!” Mildred hissed.

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