Sable

Let the witch take over.

The refrain plays over and over in my head that night, filling me with a strange mixture of fear and wonder. I’m in bed with my men while Ridge keeps watch in the chair next to us. The room is silent except for my mates’ soft breathing, and the rustle of Ridge’s book when he turns the page.

If he knows I’m awake, he gives no indication, so I’m alone with my thoughts, trying to piece together what it would mean if I just let the witch take over. For so long, I’ve assumed she can’t be trusted. These nightly watches my mates do...