Cleo just smiled serenely at me. “You will be submersed in our healing water. Let go of all that holds you back and prepare yourself for the journey on which you are about to embark.”
“You are not going to survive the day.” Hands picked me up and carried me to the copper tub. “Neither Troy nor Claudine will let you live.”
The water was cold as they dropped me horizontally in. Their precious dress turned translucent and clung to my skin, and their hands pushed me under the water. Above me, I heard the mutated sounds of a spell.
Then the real fun began.
The copper of the tub began to brighten, and the water bubbled. The hands holding me turned red and released me as the witches shrieked in pain. Coming up for breath, I gripped the edge of the tub and grinned. “Is boiling me alive part of
