128. Necessary Evils

They’d been running around in circles.

The witch’s scent was everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time. But he’d seen her. He’d caught a glimpse of blonde locks through the trees as she had fled. The witch used the same tactic she had used to confuse the warriors when she’d sent rogues to their territory, but this time she hadn’t left any trace of her dark magic for him to follow.

He hadn’t caught her, but he’d sensed her emotions. He’d sensed her intent. Her hatred of him felt like it had taken a life of its own, and that was terrifying. All that anger was being used to make sure he suffered before he died, and for the first time in his life, he had someone his enemies could use to make that happen.

There had been no other clue at the settlement. No record of anyone. All the paperwork had been left exposed too long to the elements; nothing was left. Or the witch had already removed all traces of herself in anticipation of this moment.

He was furious and frustrated when he walke