Grace’s POV
The figure before me wore a dark robe, its edges blending into the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest, but I stood my ground. Could this be Glinda? I remembered her wearing something similar. But no, the energy radiating from this figure was darker, colder.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice firm, adopting a dominant tone despite the fear creeping up inside me.
A deep male voice responded, its tone smooth yet sinister. “Feisty lady… hmm…”
I narrowed my eyes, my suspicion growing. “You must be Ruth or one of his minions, right?” I demanded, trying to confirm what I already suspected.
The voice chuckled softly, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Hmm... A smart lady, I see. But do you expect me to reveal my identity so easily?”
“You’re a coward,” I shot
