Claire sauntered into the room, a cold smile across her face. It had taken a lot of work to track down Nivera and she was going to stretch this out as long as she could. She came to a stop a few feet away from the witch, whose aura burned like black fire.
“I’ve heard so much about you, I thought to pay you a visit, Nivera,” she replied, deliberately leaving off any honorific.
“A visit to little old me? While that’s…humbling, truly, I find that rather hard to believe. What could I entertain the Great Witch with today? Assistance with a spell perhaps? Or would you like to see progress with the…project your forefathers and I started many years ago."
