‘Are there cliffs there?’ ‘Towering ones,’ said Wren. ‘The sight of them alone would steal the breath from your lungs.’ ‘I think I’ve seen that place in my dreams,’ murmured Celeste, more to herself than to Wren. ‘It’s where our mother grew up.’ ‘You’re like Lillith, aren’t you? You’re a witch.’ Celeste’s voice caught on the last word. Wren offered the ghost of a smile. ‘I suppose it takes one to know one.’ ‘Don’t you dare call me that,’ said Celeste, through her teeth. ‘I’m no witch.’
