Now . . .” she rested her hands on the table, leaning across it with menace as she softly spoke. “The witches go free.” Renwick held her gaze for longer than she liked. He was so still, so calm, it made her want to shift under his stare. What was he thinking behind those green eyes? He did not reply, only giving a tight bob of his chin, and pulled out a sheet of parchment to begin writing the decree.
