The witch’s eyes narrowed into slits, her lips curling into a sneer as she took a slow, deliberate step closer. Her shadow loomed over Luka, dark and suffocating.
Silence stretched, thick and menacing.
Then, a low, cruel chuckle slipped from her lips, dripping with disdain.
“You pathetic little worm,” she hissed, voice dripping with venom. “You should be grateful I took you in, gave you a purpose.”
Luka flinched, his shoulders tensing, fists clenched tight by his sides.
“Your parents were too weak, too useless to raise you the right way,” she continued, circling him slowly, her fingers trailing through the air like spider legs. “Look at you—spineless, trembling, a whining disgrace.”
She leaned in close, her breath icy against his ear. “Always showing pity,” she spat. “Pathetic. Disgu
