Ever since the young witch had come through the portal to this world, her dreams had been so real. So incredibly detailed. Even now she could feel the cool air rush across her skin. “What do you want from me?” she asked. The woman trapped inside the ice opened her eyes. “I want you to set me free,” she said. The witch shook her head and took a step closer to the center of the ice cave. “But I don’t know how,” she said. Worry squeezed her veins. Was she supposed to know what to do? What would happen if she couldn’t do what this woman asked of her? The look in those dark red eyes scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” “You have already done more for me than anyone in centuries,” the woman said. “How? I didn’t mean to do anything. I was just following the old man.” She shook her head again, sleep making her mind foggy. “I was just doing as I was told.” “Don’t lie to me, child,” the woman said. Her eyes glowed brighter. “Why do you work so hard to make yourself seem weaker than you are?”
