CHAPTER TEN
Kate ran to Siobhan’s wood with all the speed of her fury behind her. She plunged between the trees, shoving branches out of the way as she hurried toward the spot where the fountain stood. She half expected the wood to try to push her out, to try to shrink from her anger, but instead she found it almost drawing her forward so that she found the standing stones, the crumbling stairs, and finally the overgrown space where the fountain stood.
“Why so angry, Kate dear?” Siobhan asked. She stepped from the trees on the far side of the fountain. “Was my task not to your liking?”
Kate’s hand closed on her sword. If she plunged it into the witch, would it kill her? Would it feel any better than it had when she’d just murdered a young woman? Siobhan was a long way from innocent.
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