She walked past the sneering brutes, holding her head high though her spirits were low. They had besieged her village for days now. Hopefully their offer was a sensible one.
Wishful thinking.
“Spend the night in my bed.” The leader lifted his eyes long enough to see the scorn on her face.
“Never.”
Upon returning to the village her friend asked:
”You turned down his offer. Why?”
“Witches lose their power if they bed.” She rose to the wall, power dancing at her fingertips. “He might keep his word, but the village would be left defenseless against others.”
