Chapter 27. The Witch

Sierra turns the book, sliding its heaviness around to face us again, and taps at the bottom right of the second page, somewhat excitedly, at a little symbol that looks like it was burned into the page with hot metal. It’s tiny, a small flowing L and C surrounded by a vine design that wraps it into one continuous form and is unusually pretty.

“You know this witch? She’s alive… I don’t understand?” I point out that the runes predate even Sierra’s father, and as witches have human life spans, it’s probably not reasonable to think she lives still. Meadow sits down on the stool next to me, her energy wavering as she comes to the same conclusion, and I’m engulfed with her extreme sadness and stress. Much like mine, her mind on her mate is desperate for Sierra to explain as she has latched onto this ray of hope.

“Leyanne Cruden… And, oh yes, she’s alive. Unless, in the last eight years, someone figured out how to kill an immortal witch who has lived for thousands of years. She