Chapter 25: Old habits die hard.

ITHRA. “Come on, Ithra. Tell me what you want.” Zadok spoke into my ears.  Hiccup. We have been in silence for the past few minutes. My gaze fixated on Athaliah, and the deepest part of me wanted to see her head bloodied on a golden platter.  However, I chose to be diplomatic and make good use of the opportunity. Like it or not, I was now a member of this pack, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change my genetic composition.  I was a witch. Whether or not I had powers didn't mean anything to these people who lived the better part of their lives believing witches to be a scourge that needed to be cleansed.  Killing these people would only solidify their terrible opinion of me.  Zadok's expression was unreadable, he had a glint in his eyes as he watched me, thoroughly enjoying my dilemma.  I strongly felt like it was a test. And for some reason, I was determined to ace it.  “Let them go.” I finally spoke, eyes focused on Zadok.  “What did you say?” His eyes widened a bit, he did