Chapter 47 Chapter Forty Seven
- Skye.
- As I walked away from the witch's place, her last words echoed in my mind, casting a dark shadow over everything she had said. The voice in my head—the one that was tormenting me yet had indirectly helped when I was in danger—was her grandmother?
- I scoffed as doubt twisted in my gut. Could I really trust anything the witch had told me? Or was this just another layer of manipulation?