Levina had not realized that she was holding her breath until the dizzy spells hit her, balling her fingers, until the color drained from them, impatiently as she waited for Rebecca's answer. Rebecca, she noticed, was enjoying keeping her in suspense. And if it wasn't so important, Levina would have stormed out.
Rebecca smiled. "You look pale, are you alright?" The smile in her voice irked Levina.
Just ignore her, Levina reminded herself.
"Rebecca, please, this is a matter of life and death. If you know a way, you have to tell me," she pleaded, resisting the urge to fold her hands. She was desperate, but that doesn't mean she should reek of it.
Rebecca leaned forward, a grim look replacing her mischievous smile. "I don't know how much help she is going to be because the last known mage of the White Coven was Leah," pausing, she let out a noisy breath. "But Zalla is very wise and the oldest living witch. She could be of help."
