CHAPTER FIFTEEN

✓ Kiergan

The Head Witch reached me, crouching before me, and grabbed my chin, her sharp nails subtly digging into my skin. I winced quietly and tried to wriggle my head out of her grip, but my head remained still within her grip, unmoving. She was incredibly strong.

She released my chin, and began to trace her finger across and about my face, her lips curved into a sinister smile. "You sure are a handsome one, little child. Just like I've been told."

"What do you want with us?! Why are we here?" I asked, gritting my teeth to keep in check the repulse I felt as her fingers roamed my face.

"You're at the right place, my darling."

I scoffed. "I'm not dumb! Save that for your loyal dogs here!"

She threw a slap across my face, and immediately took my cheeks between her palms, her eyes sympathizing, and sharp. Her hands were icy cold.