I wanted to scream. To run. But every muscle and fraction of magic inside me was frozen by the horror before my eyes. By the strength of that monstrous creature.
"You are the curse," I gasped, her hands wrapped around my throat. "You’re the one who has been killing all the Dyer witches for generations."
"A curse? No, Nadia. I am a survivor." She sounded almost gentle, as if speaking to a stubborn child. "Salem hunted me. And I survived. I am still standing today because I did everything within my reach to remain so. I fed on what I created. My lineage."
"You drained their magic like a parasite!"
She shook her head slowly, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I was merciful, Nadia. I did what needed to be done only when their vitality began to fade. I went to them and freed them from the decay
