Buttercup opened her eyes, almost gasping when she saw the bluish-white glow rising from the ground. She would have thought, with all she had witnessed since Rhychard entered her life, nothing would have scared her, especially a light—a pulsing, eerie, bluish-white light. A spirit. Buttercup had to remind herself that this was all that was left of Rose Tillery, the young witch who had assisted Buttercup in learning how to protect herself against the Learys or anyone else who wanted to cause her pain. Yet, it did scare her. It scared her very much.
She watched as the light reached for Tansy, the witch's arms outstretched, leaving herself open for whatever was about to happen. As Buttercup understood it, the light in front of her was all that was left of Rose, and the witches were calling o
