chapter 95

Malcom and Kyle helped get Alec situated on the table while the young witch looked on.

“Does she have a name?” I whispered to Sheila.

“Star,” the witch said without looking up.

“Beautiful name,” I said.

“Guess they had big plans for me until my sight was taken. Once my eyes faded, they no longer called me anything.” She moved closer to Alec.

“Parents can be awful.” We had a lot in common.

Star hummed absentmindedly, her attention elsewhere. She was examining Alec’s wounds, her long, thin fingers trailing down his arms, gliding over the cuts on his stomach, then traveled down to his feet.

As far as I could tell, her lack of traditional vision didn’t hold her back at all. Her fingers were nimble and sure, and her brow furrowed as she made her assessments.

“He’s slipping,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Sheila asked.

My chest tightened and I felt like a lead weight fell into the pit of my stomach.“She means he’s dying.”

“He should already be dead, honestly. Whoever gave him that much toxi