Salem's Scorn: The Witch Reborn

silence, broken only by the sound

rieked, a sound l

wim!" he yelled, and in a clumsy, panicked motion, he vaulted o

le fury. His hand flew up and struck me across the

, his voice shaking with a

was a ghost of a pain compared to the rope around my neck, the fire at my feet, the endless, lonely wanderin

enough to eat. The sting of being called "hick" and "hillbilly" by the other children. The way her adoptive parents, though they named her

soaked and furious, helped carry her inside, where Elyse wrapped he

med down her face as she pointed a trembling finger at me. "She

me. This wasn't about justice. It was about con

ght a lesson," he de

wicks, along with a still-sniffling Molly and a glowering An

r. "When you're ready to apologize and act like a civilize

. The high-tech security system, designed to keep intruders out, now served to lock me in. The m

al Gabrielle's ulcer. They assumed a few days of starvation and isolation woul

were

doesn't n

e cold marble statues. I found Elyse' s collection of historical artifacts locked in a glass case. A t

h the barrier. I held each object, and I fed. Not on food, but on the residual energy, th

ced by the ancient, familiar power I