Chapter 8

Sit, witch. It’s the Defiler. And oh, Asenath’s face.She already looks tired. Now, at these words, she goes dead pale, making her stubble stand out, making the kohl around her eyes seem bruisingly dark. “Oh,” says Asenath, and falls into her chair as though unplugged from her power source. “Well, that sucks.” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.