“What the blazes are you doing?”
Misa ignored the question, running her hand along the uneven bottom of the fountain base. The water was freezing against her skin, and her fingers numbed enough that she thought they’d fallen off, but she had to check.
“In all of Harthem,” Misa said, pulling her arm back to look at the captain, “is this the only fountain shaped the way it is.”
Captain Bentham frowned. “Miss Carpenter, if this is your way of—”
“Just answer the question.” Misa shivered as cold water slithered down her arm, raising goosebumps in its wake.
“Every fountain in Harthem is unique in its structure. They were built specifically based on the people they were dedicated to. This particular one was constructed for the witch slayer, Eragner Bell.”
It was
