Something was definitely off. The witches carefully plucked herbs, avoiding my eyes, quietly hurrying them over to their mistress's chamber — Eleanor's chamber.

I squared my shoulders, determined to find some answers.

I knocked gently at the door. Witches whispered all around me.

Bad things, I hoped. Though truthfully, I didn't care anymore what they thought about me.

I had saved them from extinction, but I could always take them back there.

There had been a call for ...