"Doves don't kill—but snakes do."
She tightened her grip on my neck, the smile on her face growing wider as she did so. Her serpent-like eyes glimmered, a hint of excitement seen as she choked me.
The sigil stopped absorbing the fingers the moment Doris stopped singing, but the people remained controlled. The three wolves were still fighting with the snakes, struggling as there was no end to them. They only kept coming.
"I've always wanted to kill a white witch," Doris grinned, licking her lips as if she was hungry for blood. The thought of killing me excites her so, and I was not in any way willing to help her in achieving her dream. "You disgust me," she spitted out.
I struggled beneath her, trying to tear her hands away from me. I hurriedly rummaged through my pocket, pulling out the knife Luke gave me before. Feeling it firm in my hand, I stabbed the knife into her sides, immediately causing her to cry in pain.
