Chapter 95
“If I were you, I’d start talking,” Sonya said with the utmost conviction in her voice.
“Or we can always make you sing like a canary,” Judas threatened.
Ursula’s breath hitched, producing a strangled sound of pure terror that exposed the icy facade she’d kept. Svetlana’s closeness, along with the intense, oppressive weight of her raw, unleashed dark magic and the threats from Judas and Sonya, was a different kind of prison than the green fog. It pressed on her very soul—a promise of pain far beyond the physical. Ursula had spent her life maneuvering, lying, and stepping on others to get to the top, as most dark witches did, but she was a predator who, at this moment, she was now the prey.
“And I have no problem starting with your offspring,” Svetlana said as black smoke ema
