“Oh, I’m sure, I have the right witch,” he said. He leaned in and grabbed my hair. I leaned away but I couldn’t swat him away or anything because my wrists and ankles were still tied. “I’d know this head of hair anywhere.”

“Then why do you think I was being held hostage?” I asked.

“Well, you see, I was reclaiming something that rightfully belonged to me. Something that had a very untimely disappearance,” he said. He dropped my ...