(ALICE)
"What's really so odd about these drawings, though?" Darian asks slowly, trying to calm us both down. "It seems unlikely, but maybe someone told her, and she imagined—"
"I told you I saw the bodies of the witches in the lake, didn't I?" I reply in a hushed voice, not wanting Mira to hear.
"No, Alice, I went into that lake. I had to get an underwater flower for the white witches, for my father's treatment, remember? I checked. There were no bodies."
"There were bodies in the lake, Darian!" I whisper to him urgently. "They were lying at the bottom in the exact way Mira had drawn them. And the one she's describing is the one who opened her eyes and grabbed my wrist. The mark on my ankle appeared after that incident. I never imagined any of it."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he demands.
