"... you might even survive to become your sister's Olive Witch…"
Jocelynn's mind reeled from the whiplash of her conversation with Nyrielle. She'd been quizzed, scolded, interrogated, slapped, threatened, and now Nyrielle was trying to comfort her and offering to help her overcome what had begun to feel like certain death if she accepted her sister's offer to become a witch.
It was too much.
"I don't know what to say," Jocelynn said as her mind struggled to catch up to what Nyrielle had said.
Freedom.
More importantly, freedom that came from being strong enough that no one could ever trap her again or force her to do as they pleased. There was an allure to it, but somehow, the words also rang hollow in her ears.
