Chapter 13 : Mark of Rejection

*Wren*

I spent the entire day with my stomach in knots. I received a raven shortly after breakfast. The witches had agreed to meet with me.

The raven dropped a small vial filled with a deep purple elixir signaling the witches wouldn’t come to the castle. I was to meet them in the land between dreams and waking.

It was too far to travel to them. If I had a little more time, I’d do so in a heartbeat. The land between dreams and waking was unsettling. Nothing was as it seemed, acting and behaving contradictory to its nature. It was also filled with demons who’d jump at the opportunity to possess your soul.

I fucking hated it. It made my skin crawl. But I needed answers only the witches could give.

Amaya sat across from me at the breakfast table, happily unaware of my task at hand. I clutched the vial and quickly tucked it into my pocket. I knew she’d be worth it.