His sword was in his hand, and he didn’t know why. He remembered being angry, excited; he could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“You were saying?” she asked, sounding amused.
“I was… sorceress, have you bewitched me? As you did the others? Is my will turned to your own?”
“Lets just say I’ve given you a chance to get to know me; to decide for yourself if I am the evil temptress they say I am.”
“Who? Oh, the town. Why did they send me?”
“Oh, some blood libel. It doesn’t matter. Come, sit with me, talk.”