Aria’s POV

I stared at the woman standing at the edge of the ritual circle, and my entire world tilted.

Agnes.

The dark witch. The one who had cursed Knox. The one who was supposed to be dead.

But there she was, standing in the moonlight like she had just stepped out for a stroll. Her old frame looked frail, bent slightly with age, but the power radiating off her was anything but weak.

Her eyes gleamed with something dark and menacing as she surveyed the scene ...