"The Witch's Bargain" — hustin.art

"The Witch's Bargain" — hustin.art

The tavern smelled like stale ale and burnt meat. I wiped my dagger on the tablecloth—guy wouldn’t be needing it anymore. “You’re late,” growled the witch in the corner, her eyes glowing like embers. She tossed a rotting raven onto the table. “Your brother’s last message. He screamed your name before the curse took him.” I kicked the dead bird aside. “Cut the drama. What’s your price?” She grinned, black teeth glistening. “Three drops of blood f…