Book Two: Chapter 44

Jane pulled the bucket out of the well and turned around, promptly spilling it on her blouse. She tried to cover herself up, her nipples now rock hard against the fabric beneath. The man stepped forward, kneeling to help her with the bucket.

But what Jane didn’t know was that someone else already had designs on the young man and his fortune.

The scene froze and became dark, a third spotlight appearing. From behind a nearby house, a young woman with blonde hair twisted into a braid snapped the bundle of sticks she was carrying in half. Beth heard Mike gasp.

The young woman looked just like Elizabeth, one of the Society witches.

Jane was unaware of the danger until it was too late. The lights rose and the figures in the village had moved. They surrounded the gallows now, but the hangman’s noose had instead been replaced with a wooden stockade. Jane was crying, pleading silently with the townspeople.

Accused of witchcraft, she was forced to endure the stoc