C39 Shackled, But Not Broken

Raven's hands curled into fists at her sides as she stared down Boris, fury burning in her veins like wildfire. The torches lining the dungeon walls flickered, casting ominous shadows over the faces of her enemies. Her eyes flickered toward the witches standing beside him, their presence making her skin crawl.

One of them, a woman she had never seen before, smirked with disdain