Josie
The air inside the seer's cottage felt like poison. Heavy, metallic, humming with energy that didn't belong to this world.
"Thorne, please," I whispered, clutching at his arm. "Don't challenge her. Something isn't right."
He didn't listen. Of course, he didn't. His jaw was locked, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a bowstring ready to snap. The witch stood a few feet away, her eyes gleaming with the kind of confidence only madness could give.
Behind her, the seer was trembling so violently that her teeth chattered. "She came for her!" the woman gasped, pointing at me. "She came to take the Luna's powers—"
"Silence!" the witch hissed. Her fingers flicked upward, and before I could move, the seer screamed and shot into the air, her frail body hanging from the ceiling by invisible threads.
"Stop!" I cried, the sound ripping through my throat.
Thorne moved forward immediately, his voice low but seething. "Put her down," he said. "Now. You've made your point."
