Ten: Rayne

My head was rested on the window of the witches’ private jet. Ironically, my first time on a plane was because of my being taken to my death; a prisoner to be executed. I looked down at the heavy cuffs that kept my hands together and I sighed; the cuffs were so heavy and tight; they were hurting my wrists. Why did they keep me cuffed on the plane? Was I going to run away or something while we were more than five thousand feet above the ground?