Seraphina's pov
Nicholas motioned for me to move ahead with a single, sharp flick of his hand.
A silent command that left no room for argument. Two guards fell into step behind us as we walked toward the main gate, their footsteps heavy and synchronized, like executioners escorting a prisoner.
I needed to do something. And quick.
My mind scrambled desperately for answers, but none came.
How was I supposed to give him a real witch when I hadn't even found her myself? I had never seen her before, only heard my mother mention her a couple of times in passing.
And even if I knew where to find her, I couldn't take Nicholas there. His curiosity alone would ruin everything.
He would see through my lies in seconds.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Nicholas pointed toward one of the black cars waiting at the gate. "Get in."
I obeyed without a word, sliding into the back seat while whispering a silent prayer under my breath.
