Ferrah

“Don’t be too hasty,” Gilliam said sternly. “I’m not convinced that this witch is anything more than a poorly disguised spy.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Disguised as what?” I asked in disbelief. “A prisoner?”

“She’s hardly tried to hide her identity,” one of the other elders chimed in. He was a broad shouldered man with a shaved head and a graying beard. “She attacked Onyx. That’s not exactly keeping a ...