Page 86 of Witch Undecided
And then the sound registered—moans, screams, and shrieks of pain. They rose in volume, tearing at my senses and battered mind.
“No more.”
“Make it stop.”
“Please…”
The crack of a whip, the whirr of cogs, and the wet sound of metal piercing flesh spawned images of torture. My pulse hammered in my throat, fear a lump of ice in my belly.
Figures stepped out of the fog—the silent sisters. The horrific sounds swelled and then cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. The fog pressed in as the sisters surrounded me, circling me.
“What the hell is this place?”
An invisible pressure exerted itself on my body.
Hell no!
My power surged up, hands fizzing in response to whatever they were doing. The tingle intensified as they pushed further, searching for something. Yeah, I didn’t like this.
Darkness whiplashed out from my solar plexus and the hold they had on me snapped.
I staggered back, lip curling as anger flared in my chest. “Take me back. Now.”
She is not of the bloodline.
What the fuck were they on about?
This cannot be possible.
And yet it is.
Which means it will come to pass as she foresaw.
Do you see it? Do you see the residue?
Hush now.
Not now.
The redhead stepped forward.
“There are trials ahead, child.” Her voice filled my head, but her mouth didn’t move. “So many trials. You will be tested, and you must pass if we are to reset the balance.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The balance must be restored. The power that was taken must be returned. It is almost time. You must see him for what he is before you can save him.” Her mouth turned down. “We were wrong, and we pay the price.”
“The price for what?”
“For taking what we should not. For stealing from the well.”
Low moans filled the air. Pained moans that made the hair on my nape stand to attention.
But can you taste it?
Can you feel it?
The redhead closed her eyes.
