Witches

Liberty’s POV

Tingles erupted up and down my arms and legs and everyone around me sounded like they were under water. It’s the weirdest feeling, like Justice is just beneath the surface but not in control, more like she becomes part of me in my human form, I can’t explain it properly.

The edge of the table comes rushing towards my face and there is nothing I can do to stop my head smashing right into it. One sickening thud followed by another draws everybody’s attention to me and a flurry of blurred faces hover above me before it’s lights out.

I know I’m unconscious, I’m fully aware of the burning sting coming from above my eyebrow, and the heavy weight of my limp body being carried. I don’t have any visions or see anything really, apart from the occasional flash of faces from my past. I have a feeling though. Like a voice inside my head, telling me to follow my gut, I know what needs to be done, but it won’t be easy.

My gut is telling me there is more happening here than meets the ey