"What did you say?" The Grand Witch paused, and for the first time since their arrival, a flicker of genuine interest crossed her gaze as she looked down at her old apprentice.
"I said, she looks like Ember," Dorothy repeated softly as she wondered if she should present the box with Emira's hair again. It would be easy to make sure but then stopped herself. It was better to talk it out first. Even as she was wondering this, the Grand Witch straightened, showing disinterest again as if that news was already old...
Dorothy wondered if she had made a mistake about the Mistress' interest. What if she was not interested in Ember at all now....
But before Dorothy could panic, the grand witch asked in a probing voice, "And what ancient magic did she perform? That has you so excited?"
Dorothy glanced around before leaning closer and lowering her voice to a whisper. "She performed the slave bond with the Alpha triplets of the Stormhold Pack. A dark magic."
