Happy Friday! I present to you Chapter 12 of the Witches of Ming Ung, “Making Peace“:
Hardi scoffed. “Give it up. Give us the antidote. They’ll get you eventually, and another ten thousand people might be dead in the meantime.”
His jaw set, but he didn’t say anything.
“I’ve got a deal for you…” taunted Hardi.
I want to go home and play with my computer now.