Janelle
The cell door creaked open just as I was preparing for death.
I had spent the last hour sitting in the corner, my hands still trembling from the silver fire that had erupted from my palms. The guard's lifeless body had been dragged away, but his terrified screams still echoed in my mind. Elena had been taken to her burning an hour ago. I was alone with my newfound magic and the crushing weight of what I'd become.
A witch. A killer. A dead woman walking.
Footsteps approached my cell, and I looked up expecting to see Captain Thorne with my death warrant. Instead, Adrian stood in the doorway, his face pale and determined. He wore a dark cloak over his royal clothes, and his usually perfect hair was disheveled.
"We're leaving," he said simply, producing a set of keys.
I stared at him in shock. "Adrian, what are you doing? They'll execute you for this."
