Chapter 25

• Noime walks up to her with the snake wrapped around her hands. Isolde knows she’s in trouble, even if her body isn’t here. Noime could kill her without much effort.
• “I need a doctor!” She shouts, finally deciding the truth; well, a half-truth would better than a lie.
• “You’ve been watching my house for two months because you need a doctor? I’m not a doctor; I’m a vet, and since you’re a witch though you lack some skills, you look capable enough to heal yourself.” Isolde arteries tighten; it feels as if something is pulling blood from her body—blood bending? How? Pain rips through her as it continues, but her face is relaxed when she looks at Noime.