Rebecca

At first, I thought the figure was a shadow carved into the trees. But the longer I looked, the more she stepped into herself.

The witch.

She was… beautiful. That word was too small for what I saw. She was the kind of beautiful that made the skin crawl, the kind that stole the air from your throat because some part of you knew it wasn’t right.

Her skin glowed like light on milk, smooth and untouched, not a mark anywhere. Her hair spilled black and heavy, ...