Ch 13: The Undoing Of The Fire Witch

The joy Astasha had felt only moments before, turned quickly to horror and dread as she looked up at the Grand Sorcerer trembling in rage before her. Grabbing her dress, she pulled it on and stood to face him.

Errant looked as though he could destroy the entire clearing with the wave of his hand, and it was utterly terrifying. His eyes were dark, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

She didn't know exactly how he had found them out, but the vile look on Cordelia’s face left little room for doubt that the bitch had had something to do with it.

However, regardless of how he had gotten there, Errant was indeed there, and Astasha had no way of knowing how much he had actually witnessed.

It didn’t take magic to sense the amount of trouble she was in, but even if she had wanted to, there was no energy left within her to try to read him.

“Grand Sorcerer, I can explain."

"Silence!" His voice had never had that tone before.

He looked at Astasha and then the Prince, who was fastening hi