Something cold splashed across my face. Gasping, I sat up, even as I felt the water begin to run down my neck and chest. I nearly screamed as a sharp pain in my ribs kept me from jumping to my feet. Well, whatever painful spell the witch had inflicted upon me hadn’t gotten any better since our little march through the woods. Great. I had to force myself to take short breaths.
Gisele’s loomed over me, fury in her eyes. She glared with such malice I was a little concerned she might set me ablaze with merely the hatred burning in her gaze, then threw an empty bucket that clattered off the wall of the hut.
“If I don’t get to sleep, then neither do you,” the witch spat.
“You told me not to touch anything or to try to escape,” I snapped. “That didn’t leave me much to do. Sorry, I got a li
