Book 2: Chapter 69

Willow POV

I find myself face down on the slab of marble once again. The voices of the high witches that surround me sound like the hissing of snakes. With all of them talking at once, I cannot understand what any of them are saying.

I have recognized the seven witches who inspect my body daily as the seven witches that doomed my birth mother to the void.

They have been poking and prodding at me for what feels like hours. I can only assume they will give up soon, just as they have every day before this one.

“We need to hurry,” the witch I have come to know as Sister Fiona says with panic in her voice. “They are coming for her.”

Endora scoffs loudly, “They will never make it past our wards.”

“I would not be so sure,” Fiona responds. “Four witches. The rogue will bring four witches with him.”

My heart leaps at the thought of Osiris coming to rescue me. But how did he round up four witches to come with him?

Sister Allegra is sitting in the corner, picking at the edges o