Lacy stared at the old wrinkly woman currently muttering incantations before her, and instantly, a shiver of disgust and fear gripped her heart and chilled her bones.
This was the Hex?!
Anaya had practically summed up how things would go down, and she had also mentioned that some hex was going to be wiping her memories. Lacy did not know why, but for some reason, she had instantly assumed that the Hex would be a machine of sorts.
She had been horribly wrong if the sight before her was anything to go by.
“Greetings, Your Eminence,” The old hag rasped, revealing a mouth that would have been toothless save for the three decaying stumps of teeth. She really was hideous. With about five huge warts littered across her face, and wrinkled, gnarly hands, with long talons for fingernails, and a
