The second chance

Emma woke up with a jolt. When he eyes shot open, she looked around the strange room which reeked of herbs and medicine. She was sweating so much that her entire blouse was wet. Her head felt heavy. She closed her eyes and thought of the last thing she remembered which was Michelle wriggling in pain on the floor. Her hand instinctively moved to her chest where there had been a wound. It had healed. She didn’t understand why Michelle had also been in pain. The only reasonable answer was that a witch had linked them so that Michelle would also die if she killed Emma. Could Casey have done it?

Emma lay awake for a few minutes, not bothering to get up because she could feel that her body was still very weak. Whatever Michelle had used to try to murder her must have been very strong. She was about to drift off to sleep when she heard voices. The people they belonged to where still far because she couldn’t make them out clearly.

Suddenly, a sweet-smelling scent wafted into the room. It was