Chapter 80
- I was asked to lay down on a stone table. The coldness touched the bare skin of my back and arms, making my eyes shut hard.
- “No need to be scared,” the enchantress said, standing on my side while rummaging into a box of small bottles. A potion, maybe?
- Harley and Roscoe are on the other side of the cave, or the enchantress’s home, as she calls it. There’s no way they would hear our conversation.