Arek
Luke dropped his arms and let Ophelia walk into the shed, but his face certainly said he didn’t like it. Julius moved to my other side so Ophelia could sit by my branded arm. She looked it over as I studied her face up close. She seemed human. I didn’t smell any strange scents but there was something different about her. Maybe she was a witch?
“The good news is that the brand is a lot smaller than this one, ” she said opening up a book. “So I think I’ll only need to use three across and two down. That’s three fewer skewers.”
“How are they going to stay in?” I asked looking at the disturbing picture in her book.
“I have a bandage soaking in some herbs in the house, ” she said leaning closer to my arm and examining the brand. Her fingers gently brushed the area around it; making me
