Chapter 30
Vanya
The scream was so loud, I nearly dropped the potions on the table beside me.
I looked up—just in time to see the witch staggering backward, yelling in pure horror as she clawed at her own face. Her form was already changing, shrinking in size. Her limbs twisted, feathers and fur sprouting wildly, her voice warping into something between a shriek and a hiss.
“What the hell—” I blinked.
She had the height of an elf, but the face of a... hawk-cat-gnome hybrid? Her nose had hooked. Her ears flopped sideways. Her eyebrows were two caterpillars trying to escape in opposite directions. Her tail—yes, tail—was swishing aggressively behind her as she turned to glare at me.
And me?
I was laughing so hard my ribs ached. I wheezed between fits. “You can’t keep threatening people
