Misa paled. Her knees wobbled, but she somehow managed to remain standing. “Y-you’re Nisha?”
Nisha’s lips curled into a smile that seemed almost motherly. “So you’ve heard of me. I’m not surprised.”
Misa shivered. She couldn’t see any of the evil that Royle had told her about. Nisha reminded her of her own mother, and Misa couldn’t imagine that the witch was capable of destroying villages, massacring whole populations in her wake.
“H-how…?”
“Rithian was kind enough to inform me that my sister’s protegee was looking to get into the market.” Nisha stretched out a hand, and Misa flinched away. She stiffened when the witch patted her head. “I can definitely see Tika within you. Her magic runs strong in your veins.”
“Tika is your sister?” Misa shuddered at Nisha’s t
