Chapter 41

Zirah

“On your feet, witch!” The grating command of King Slavic slices through the silence. Straining, I lift my gaze, locking eyes with the merciless figure towering over me.

It may be my birthday in a few days, but my shift is nearer than they think. It’s a full moon tomorrow night; I am only gr...

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