"What the hell…?" Violet muttered, turning slowly as she took in her surroundings.
One moment she had been standing beside Micah in the dream realm and the next, something had yanked her away so violently she barely had time to process it.
The air here felt wrong, like something rotten sat beneath it. Directly ahead stood an old woman with clouded, unseeing eyes muttering strange chants beneath her breath. The witch's hands remained stretched outward while droplets of blood floated around her unnaturally.
She was not alone. Five other witches stood nearby. Wait a minute— Violet's attention snapped toward another familiar figure.
Ziva.
That one name rang through Violet's mind with immediate hatred. The two of them had never properly met face to face before, but Violet had seen enough pictures and videos to recognize the bitch instantly. Even her soul would recognize Ziva at this point. The girl reeked of wickedness.
