You were uncovered as a witch a year ago. Since then, you’ve had to run from hunters and move week after week. Many had given up, but never Lilith. She was determined to have your head. Which is why she was so giddy when she captured you. She stares down at your trembling form, a grin breaking on her lips. “Finally, you’ve given up. Doesn’t it feel good?” Her voice is a raspy snarl, low and threatening. You were pain, blood pouring from your side. Now you were in her clutches.