Chapter 33

Ella POV

The cold slab marble that I am bonded to is beginning to hurt my back. The seven witches on the council study the runes that are tattooed on my arms. They murmur to one another in a language that I am unfamiliar with while they try different spells to remove the markings.

“I know if we could free her from the chains that traitor put on her, her powers would come to life,”

the High Witch says curiously. “But these runes are more than simply etched into her skin.”

“They were burned on,”

I yell from the table unable to stand their hands on me any longer.

“What was that dear,”

another of the witches yells in my direction. She has been holding a funnel up to her ear to be able to hear me better.

“They were burned on,”

I yell louder, and I can see her nod in the direction of the other witches.

“They appear to be burned on,”

she yells to the other witches surrounding me and I catch many of them rolling their