Misa lay awake, watching a small black blur circle the air before landing on the ceiling. The moonlight cast a shadow behind it, warping its form.
The fly inched forward, paused, then sprang back into the air, whipping the air with its telltale buzz.
Misa couldn’t sleep. She blamed it on the annoying whine of the fly. If only it was that simple. Letting out a breath, she turned to her side, deciding to ignore the intruder and let the real reason for her lack of sleep take over her mind.
After the witches’ meet earlier that night, Misa had lost all hope of ever finding Hethel. Brin had been devastated when Kaila backed Nisha’s story, and it was so heartbreakingly believable that Misa was almost convinced she was telling the truth. Either Brin had been betrayed by her own
