Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 885

Chapter 885: Your Plans Won’t Work

"What?" Ziva said in disbelief. For a moment, it felt like she hadn’t heard correctly.

The blind witch, Edith, who had been the one to propose the idea, answered calmly, "You heard Eleanor. Your blood would act as the anchor we use to bind Violet’s spirit. If you permit it, we can begin the ritual immediately."

For a long moment, Ziva said nothing and simply stared at them, silence stretching uncomfortably around the table.

When the staring became too unsettling, Sakura cautiously asked, "Is something the matter, Ziva?"

That seemed to snap her out of it and Ziva suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was not the normal type, rather it was unhinged enough to make the room tense instantly.

She laughed so hard a snort escaped her nose, yet she didn’t seem embarrassed by it in the slightest. Instead, Ziva doubled over the table, her shoulders shaking violently while one hand pressed against the wooden surface for support.

None of the witches spoke.

When Ziva finally lifted her head again, tears clung to the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away alongside the snot beneath her nose, still chuckling to herself.

"Oh," she breathed in amusement. "I see it now."

Her gaze slowly narrowed toward Edith and Eleanor. "So this is your grand plan to get rid of me, huh?"

Uneasy murmurs spread amongst the witches. They did not like where this conversation was heading. Ziva was unpredictable on a good day. When provoked, she became downright dangerous.

"Admit it," Ziva sneered. "None of you can stand me. Or do you think I don’t hear the little whispers and gossip floating around this village?" Her eyes glittered dangerously. "The horrible daughter. The rude child who doesn’t know her place."

Florence immediately tried to calm things down.

"Ziva, no one is saying—"

"Shut up!" Ziva barked violently, pinning the older witch in place with her glare. "Do not speak another word before I decide to end your miserable life right now."

Florence immediately went silent while the remaining witches kept their eyes forward, none of them willing to become the next target of Ziva’s spiraling temper.

Ziva kept her furious attention on the two witches.

"Do you think I’m not aware you all still hold grudges over the death of my mother, Sarah?" Her voice dripped with accusation. "You believe I’m a monster that should be gotten rid of. Is this it then? The ultimate plan?"

Neither Edith nor Eleanor reacted.

"If the risk troubles you that much," Eleanor offered, "we can simply use your sister Layla instead."

"I’m not afraid," Ziva snapped, the warning in her voice cracking through the room like a whip.

The witches traded discreet glances amongst themselves, weariness hanging behind their expressions. The girl simply could not stomach the idea of appearing frightened.

Unfortunately for Ziva, she caught the disbelief lingering around the table and immediately felt the need to defend herself.

"If the ritual is truly that dangerous," she rushed out, "then I cannot participate because I’m still useful to Angus, and we can all agree nothing should happen to me."

Heads bobbed in acknowledgment around the table, but inwardly, the witches all arrived at the same conclusion. Ziva was talking in circles.

"So we use Layla then," Eleanor settled.

"Layla won’t work." Edith dismissed immediately.

"Use Bree." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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