“I don’t know what made you so suspicious about me,” Misa said to the officer holding her chain. She made sure to stick close by him. Bewitching him was the only chance she’d have to escape. The spell was already coursing through her, urging her to get closer to her captor.
The officer snorted, refusing to look at her. “You can babble about your innocence at the purgehouse. I know how you witches work.”
Misa allowed hurt and fear to coat her voice. “But I’m not a witch.” She just needed him to look at her, to push him just enough for him to see a helpless young woman who got tangled up because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I swear, I was only curious.” Misa glanced back at Bernt, who had two officers keeping watch on him. She didn’t know if she should be
