ZURI

“Zuri.”

My name floated through the haze first.

I stirred as the sound dragged me up from a pit of darkness. My lashes fluttered open to find two witches in pale robes standing at my bedside.

They moved like ghosts. Their steps were soundless on the stone floor. One of them carried a small tray. On it rested folded clothes and a narrow vial with something dark and bitter-looking.

My stomach turned just looking at the vial. I knew that I was supposed to drink that.

“You’ve ...