"Go, before I hurt anyone… Please…"
No one argued once they heard Ashlynn's anguished plea. They couldn't. One brief flare of barely controlled power had reminded everyone what it meant to face the grief of a Great Witch, and even the most loyal of them knew that they would only make things worse if they were injured in the storm that followed.
Ollie went first, though Nyrielle could see that it cost him greatly to do so. Hot, frustrated tears spilled from his eyes as he reached for Heila, but the Willow Witch only shook her head at him.
"I'll be right behind you," Heila said. "I was the first… I should be the last to go."
