Chapter 307 - Punishment

Anastasia walked through the corridors of the east wing to reach the chamber where Tamara was kept under arrest, and as she walked, she could feel the air thicken around her. By the time she rounded the corner to a landing, thick white fog settled on the floor made it difficult for her to see where she was going. The marble had become slippery as the dew settled on it. The witch was showing her wrath for being arrested against her will. And Anastasia was all the more peeved at her. The magic in her chest wanted to rise in her throat and somehow, she knew that yet another barrier of her magic had broken. On an instinct Anastasia said in her fae language "Deo puta," and the fog parted, tumbling away to the sides for her. She pushed down the magic from her throat back to her chest and let it hum there.