then with a vicious snarl , he turned away . her strength , her power , her love . and the witches - where are the blasted witches ? ' she tried gripping the molding around the glass , as if wanting to rip it away from the wall . shes supposed to come over next week like she does every summer . i felt a hard grip on my arm , cold . but i 'd never promised not to threaten him with torture . i was a survivor , and nothing had ever felt so good . 