A Witch in Time

“Sisters, sisters, are we going after some lovely moonstones this night?” Antonia tossed a bundle of fragrant herbs into the iron cauldron, the dark liquid inside roiling.

Zorya rolled her eyes. “Why?”

“They’re close, only in the clearing, they’re very close.”

“And?” Zorya violently sliced a knobbly vegetable in half and threw it into the cauldron.

“If we don’t, others will.”

Zorya scowled thoughtfully. “I don’t want outsiders here.”

“Eugh, outsiders.” Danica pulled the lid off a flask and reached her spindly fingers inside, rolling an eyeball out of acidic liquid. She tossed the eye into the bubbling cauldron, the thick liquid bubbling an angry red.

Antonia stirred the liquid back to a steady boil. “So, shall we?”

Danica placed an eyeball into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “I’ll need to put my other teeth in first.”