“With pleasure,” the short witch said, starting toward the glass hall again. The Amuul congregating above seemed to shiver with each ringing footstep.

Vix’s body screamed at her to move, to do something to stop Leanne. But she was too weak to fight her off. And she could not use magic, for fear of endangering Caine.

She could only watch, rooted in place, as Leanne went to unleash the Amuul on every witch in Nostrom. Vix wondered how many of them were just like Mirra, ...