Chapter 130
Vanya
“What are you doing here?”
The words shot out of me before I could stop them. My voice cracked on the last syllable, too brittle, too stunned.
Miss Witch walked into the room as though she owned it, the sweep of her red dress whispering against the floor. She stopped right in front of me, her crimson smile widening.
“I,” she said with a little dramatic flair, “am the healer the Steeles appointed for you.” She gave her forehead a theatrical smack, then settled herself onto the nearest chair. Crossing one leg over the other, she leaned back and admired the gleam of her freshly polished nails—blood red, of course.
My jaw fell slack. “But… weren’t you—weren’t you in the black market? How… how are you here? Of all people?”
She tilted her head toward me with mock innocen
