Narrator's POVThe walk back to the Spellman Mortuary was heavy with silence. Sabrina kept stealing glances at Keiran, her mind racing, while he strode beside her, every line of his posture screaming restraint.
The night was calm again, but the question between them was not.
Sabrina's POVHer hands still trembled from the fight. Her heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and fear.
She replayed what she saw in her mind: Keiran's eyes glowing, his speed, the sheer force he'd used against that thing. That wasn't just witchcraft. She knew it.
Finally, she stopped walking. "Keiran."
He paused, turning to her. His expression was calm — too calm.
She swallowed. "Back there… what was that? You're not just a witch, are you?"
Keiran's POVHer eyes searched his face like knives, sharp and insistent. For a moment, he thought of telling her — thought of confessing everything. His bloodline, his curse, his wings waiting in the dark.
But no.It wasn't time. If she knew, it would paint a target on her back far larger than she already carried.
So he said nothing.
His voice was measured, even. "That was witch magic. Dangerous, yes. But still magic."
Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "Don't lie to me."
Sabrina's POVHer chest tightened with frustration. He was hiding something, she knew it. She could feel it.
"I saw you," she pressed, stepping closer. "Your eyes… they glowed. And you moved—" She broke off, shaking her head. "No witch can do that. Not even Aunt Zelda."
Keiran looked down at her, silent, unreadable.
The quiet between them hurt more than words.
Keiran's POVHe wanted to tell her. Truly, he did. But Lucifer's trial had already proven what would happen if he revealed himself too soon. Sabrina wasn't ready — and the world wasn't ready for her to know.
"You don't need to understand everything right now," he said at last, voice low. "What matters is that you're safe."
Her eyes flashed with anger.
"I don't want safety, Keiran. I want the truth."
Narrator's POVThey stood in the street, the gulf between them wide as the sky.
Finally, Keiran looked away, his jaw tight. "Some truths are too heavy to carry before you're ready."
With that, he turned, continuing toward the mortuary.
Sabrina watched him go, her fists clenched.
And though she followed, one thought burned hotter than any flame inside her:
I'll find out who you are, Keiran. Even if you don't want me to.