Kaltain stepped away. “We can take you with us,” Elide tried again. A small, hateful smile. “I have no interest in living. Not after what they did. I don’t think my body could survive without their power.” Kaltain huffed a laugh. “I shall enjoy this, I think.” Manon tugged Elide to her side. “They’ll notice you without the chains—” “They’ll be dead before they do,” Kaltain said. “I suggest you run.” Manon didn’t ask questions, and Elide didn’t have time to say thank you before the witch grabbed her and they ran.
