Louise's POV
The bright light seemed to want to blind me. After blinking a few times, I got used to it and could keep my eyes open longer. And now I realized that the light was coming from an old lamp hanging from the ceiling. But otherwise, it was dark all around me.
I tried to raise a hand to feel my face. It was heavy, but I managed to lift it anyway.
"You're awake."
I was startled by the voice next to me. And when I saw the person who had just spoken, I was shocked. A witch. Had I been lying here unconscious with a witch around, I asked myself in horror. She saw my reaction and smiled. "Don't worry, you are safe with me. I am not a black witch and will not harm you."
Of course, I knew that witches were anything but trustworthy, but if this one had kept me alive, I thought I owe
