It’s time for a witch hunt but sometimes the lines between hunter and hunted become blurred.
“A witch and a hunter.
Vengeance is their mission.
Sara Raasch and Beth Revis.Sourcebooks (2)
Love is their destiny,” begins the blurb forNight of the Witch.
“Fritzi is a witch.
To do this, she will need to take down their leader Kommandant Dieter Kirch.
‘Night of the Witch,’ by Sara Raasch and Beth Revis.Sourcebooks
And now the time has come for them to pay for what they’ve done.”
But all they have is one another, and they both crave revenge.
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The bowl of stew.
“You’re hungry,” he says.
“And you’ll only feed me if I tell you where your sister is?”
He’s not really going to
He is.
The kapitan holds the spoon to my lips.
I stare at him, stunned.
“Don’t let stubbornness make you stupid,” he tells me.
He bumps the spoon against my lips.
“Eat,” he repeats, his tone ofc ommand so second nature that it sounds well-worn.
I part my lips and take the proffered bite.
“There,” he says.
“Is that so hard?”
Oh, I willkick himthe moment I’ve had my fill.
I still can’t see his face in the dark, the fire at his back.
“You’re wrong,” he whispers to the dark.
I don’t answer.
“I have never burned someone alive.”
I can’t help myselfmy snort of derision is more like a snarl.
He would lie about the thing he must be proudest of?
There’s a trick here.
He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then seems to decide it’s pointless.
He turns topick up the sheepskin and offers it to me.
I tip my head back and beer slides into my throat.
But I blink furiously and sit up straighter, willingly myself to alertness.
The kapitan pushes the cork back into the sheepskin.
“you might sleep.
I told you, no one will touch you.”
It’s bitter and sharp.
“Forgive me for not thinking your word has any bearing whatsoever,jager.”
He holds a beat.
“You’re not going to escape either.”
I refuse to look at him, glowering at my lap.
“Just leave me alone.”
His nearness is disorienting.
Is that why he fed me?
So I’d be full and too tired to run?
My arms shake, and I do look up now, only to scowl.
“Leave mealone,” I say when he lingers.
“The manacles aren’t enough?”
Silentlythe Three save me, this man barelyspeakshe unwinds the rope and loops the other end to his wrist.
We’re connected now.
Any move I make in the night, he’ll feel.
Unless I can somehow saw through this rope without waking him.
How heavy a sleeper is he?
Maybe
“I’m a very light sleeper,” he says at the look on my face.
“And until you tell me what I need to know, you’re under my command.”
He isn’t smiling.
Not laughing at my feeble act of rebellion.
He looks…in pain.
The kapitan drops to the ground next to meout of kicking distanceand positions his back against a tree.
He folds his arms over his chest, pulling taut the rope between us, and closes his eyes.
I yank on the rope, hoping to make him tip over, but it barely fazes him.
The Three help me, I want to scream.
I want to attack him.
I won’t escape tonight.
The fire sizzles down to embers, casting the area in a hazy orange glow.
It’s that softness that pushes tears down my cheeks.
My mother died yesterday.
I haven’t let myself feel it.
That I’m well and truly alone.
Are you, though?
Go away, I push at the voice.Not now.
Just leave me alone.
I’ve come this far and not given into wild magic.
What makes the voice think I ever will, if I haven’t by now?
There is no response.
