Margaret was unabashedly dabbing at her wounds as if no one else were present. Douglas's fingers twitched, eventually curling into a tight fist.
"I don't need to expose your other stains, such as incest, premarital infidelity, or seducing your fiancé's brother," he said. "Just accusing you of being a witch would be enough to cast suspicion on you for Charlie's murder. The Dylan family's rage needs to be appeased, and the panic caused by the demon needs to be contained. Executing a witch is a convenient decision."
Margaret applied ointment to her left hand as well. She raised her arm and flexed her fingers under the light. "There must be more benefits to my demise than just these, right?"
