Bab 97: The Witch's Questioning

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CHAPTER 97 

Chase and Fearghal stared wide-eyed at the lady before them. And up until that moment, neither of them could do to her.

"I…"

"Tah, tah…" she tsked at Fearghal, shaking her head at the duo. "I said, no speaking."

They swallowed whatever saliva was in their mouth, feeling the dry and thirsty patch in their throat. 

"Now, where were we?"

She took a step forward in a slow manner, counting her steps as though they were the last and humming a nice melody. 

"Stop thinking about a sword you can reach for, my little masters. Else, it shall come but not to be in your control but mine while it slices you up, bit by bit."

Cold sweat broke on Fearghal's forehead. 

He did not know whether or not he was caused today. Ever since Zale came into the picture, it had been one headache or the other.