"I used to have a sister," Tyler began. "My mother adored her, or so I've heard. She was always very protective of her. Her name was Kendra. She used to like nature and taking long walks in the woods. Then one day she got very sick very suddenly. Nobody understood why or how to help her. My mother was a close friend of your mother, and she knew your mother was a witch. She asked your mother for help. Your mother tried but failed. Kendra died. She was just twelve, and I was just a baby. I didn't even know her. My mother has blamed yours for Kendra's death, but not just because she couldn't save her. She seems convinced your mother made Kendra sick in the first place. She even convinced all the villiagers of this, and my mother... well, she burned yours at the stake. You were just a baby. Your mother helped you escape mine, but my mother wanted you dead also because she was sure you were a witch as well. She's been looking for you this whole time. She... she's been using me to help her find you. I'm sorry." Tyler trailed off, looking at his lap. My breath caught in my throat.

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"Well, are you going to?"

Tyler looked up at me, surprised. "Going to what?"

"Take me to her. Or kill me. Whatever."

"What? No! Of course not," he said quickly, looking abashed. I smiled a little at that.