“You know, she really was going to let you live,” I tell him. “She has a heart of gold, my witch.” “Who the fuck are you?” he asks, his voice trembling as he tries to scoot away from me. “I’m your reckoning, warlock.” I smile. “And don’t worry. You haven’t seen the last of me. I’ll make sure of it.” I lean closer and whisper in his ear. “See you in Hell.”
