Alexa glanced at him, uncertain if she had heard him right. Knight met her gaze and answered.

“Witches burn various creatures there.”

Alexa pulled her hands away from the metal as if she had been burned. She remembered what the kids at the orphanage had told her: "You won't cook us in the oven."

“I thought that story was just made up,” she stammered. “You’re just kidding.” She almost chuckled, trying to lighten her feelings and the sudden heaviness in her ...