TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE
“You’ll help me eventually. Everyone breaks, Amy. Some faster than others, but everyone breaks. My job is simply to figure out the right pressure point.”
He stepped toward me again, but I held my ground.
His eyes scanned my face carefully. “You want to know something about Oliver’s spell? Witches cast slowly. They strip away memories, instincts, small emotions first. The version of him you saw before he threw you out? That wasn’t even the worst stage.”
I felt my stomach twist. “Stop.”
“No,” he said. “You should hear this. She is hollowing him out. Soon enough, he won’t remember what you mean to him. Soon enough, he won’t even recognize your name.”