Leticia's hair blew in the wind making her look otherworldly. The aura she was emitting however would crash any hopes of a man willing to approach her. The air around her had turned all chilly, her gaze focused on the entrance of the cave to the mountains.
The thought of the witches alone disgusted her, especially the witch leader. He had a part to play in her execution when she was still in Avon. And now that the chance to revenge had presented itself, she was going to give him the gruesome of deaths.
The wind carried her to the entrance of the cave startling the witches who were manning it. Sensing her aura, they tried to escape. Leticia chuckled darkly and with a snap of her fingers, the two witches her held in position with ice that materialized from the very ground they had stepped on.
