Chapter 42

KEENA

My sweatshirt has been stripped from my body and the cold table that I am laying on causes me to shiver. Seven women in blue cloaks are standing around me, examining the runes that are on my arms. Their fingers are cold as they poke and prod at my arms.

"They were smart," Sister Jasper mumbles to the other witches surrounding me. "Only she can break the spell that binds her magic."

I lay quietly on the metal table and try to listen to everything that they are saying. If they know how I can break the binding spells on my arms, I might be able to use my magic to escape from this pack.

"Don't you want to use your powers?" One of the witches asks me gently. "All you have to do is to break the spells that mar your arms."

"Certainly you don't want to have these ugly runes on your beautiful skin," another witch says sweetly.

I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling, refusing to answer any of their questions. One of the witches grabs my injured ankle and digs her fingers into