Page 87 of Witch Undecided
The connection. We could have it. We could have it, if we keep her.
What the fuck?
The redhead’s eyes snapped open, vibrant like a lush forest dappled in sunlight. “No!”
Her hand shot out to punch me in the chest.
Forgive…
The fog melted and I was back in the domed room with the silent sisters watching me innocently from behind the table as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn’t just yanked me into an alternate plane, talked gibberish, and then punched me in the chest.
“Cora!” Sloane’s arms were around me, her chest to my back. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” I shook off the sense of displacement and fixed a glare on the silent sisters. “What was that about?”
Silence greeted us.
“Hello?”
Sloane’s grip on me tightened. “Give us the glamour we came for.”
One of the witches stood and walked toward us with a box. She held it out and Sloane took it.
“The glamour?” Sloane demanded, her tone tight with anger.
The silent sister nodded.
Sloane kept her arm around me and pulled me back with her. “Portal home, please.”
The witch pulled a coin from her pocket and threw it into the air. This time instead of a door a shimmering oval rupture appeared.
Sloane maneuvered me toward it. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
But the silent sisters’ warnings were ringing in my ears. I glanced over my shoulder and locked gazes with the redheaded sister just before Sloane propelled us through the portal.
My blood ran cold at the look in her eyes.
Hunger.
Tear your skin off and eat your insides hunger.
