Chapter 208 - The Soul Witch

Belladonna curled her hands into fists by her sides, the chill from the iced carriage seat, couldn't reach her anymore from the state of mind that piece of information had just forced her into.

They seemed to have come across a bump on the road. The force threw her forward and the Witch held her back to steady her, but moving back and forth wasn't enough to snap her out of the shock her body had just succumbed to, from the mess of puzzlement, the abyss of confusion.

This couldn't be happening.

Maybe Alaris was messing with her mind again.

She really wanted to believe that, but she had a reason to believe other we, one that was practically staring her right in the face and creating doubt. The Bride Thief was trapped in the body of a baby and rendered somewhat useless at the moment.