Violetta
Freedom was one step away. All I had to do was turn and leave. I knew the way to the witches. They could come back and get Ferrara and be prepared for whatever he had in store for them.
It probably wouldn't lead to his death.
"You're not breathing," I snapped as I knelt down by him to check out the trap. I couldn't leave him here. Not even if it was in my favor.
"Maybe because I was thinking you'd leave me," he said weakly. I glanced at the blood trickling down his leg. It was serious, but he wasn't going to die just yet.
"I should have," I muttered as I focused on the magic. It wrapped around me, brushed along my skin, tried desperately to claw at me and trap me the way it had trapped Ferrara.
I'd lied to him before. I didn't have a way to dispel the trap. I didn't need it.
