“Is it true?” Her voice rose in her chest like a roaring wave. Renwick narrowed his green eyes at her. “Where have you just come from?” “Baba Airu’s tent,” Rua snarled. Renwick’s body stilled in that telltale way, the muscle in his jaw popping out. She slammed her hand down hard on the desk, making him jolt, finally breaking that frozen visage. “Are you part witch?” “My mother was half blue witch, yes,” he gritted out, rubbing his forehead methodically.
