Chapter 160: The Dream-Vision

Tara’s POV

I quickly became aware of the fact that once one requests help from a witch, you would often leave with a lot more than you had bargained for. I could still feel the hardwood floors of her home beneath the soles of my feet, even through the shoes that I wore, as I stepped onto the grass in front of it.

It was as though the air in her cottage was lingering on my skin, unable to be removed from stepping out and away from it—for some reason, I thought that even a long, hot shower could rid me of this.

It was like my skin would forever know that place. My mind certainly would.

“Tara,” Jack called me from somewhere else, somewhere further ahead from where I was standing.