Kayla
Jade blinked, surprised. “A witch?” she repeated.
I tightened my grip on her wrist, ignoring the pain in my throat as I forced more words out. “Do you… know one?”
She hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Yes. There’s one in the pack. She’s the one who taught me what I know.”
I pulled in a ragged breath, wincing at the fire that spread through my chest. Every movement, every breath, every word felt like torture. But I needed this. I needed a solution.
“Bring her,” I rasped out. The words scraped against my damaged throat like broken glass. “Now.”
“For what?”
“Bring her,” I commanded.
Jade looked at me, then at the brace around my throat, and realization seemed to dawn on her. Partially, anyway. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nicholas wouldn’t—”
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