The Face Thief

SIENNA'S POV

The idea of blood rage lingered in my mind, gnawing at the edges of my sanity. It felt foreign and vile, a stain that I couldn't scrub away. My stomach churned as I stared at the woman standing before me.

“I’m a witch,” I said, my voice shaky but resolute. “Born of two witches. Why would you do this to your own kindred?”

She laughed, a cruel, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. “K