“I do?” I tried to steady the mare. She didn’t like their company. “Why do I have to help you?” I demanded. “He’s destroying the coven,” she said. “Destroying us …” the boy said. But he didn’t look at me. He was staring at the stones in front of him, and from his mind I caught flashes of what was happening, of the pyre lighted, of Armand forcing his followers into the fire.
jesus armand, that’s a tad dramatic
