Lucien’s POV“What do you want this time?”

The silver-haired witch’s voice was soft, but there was nothing warm about it.

I looked around, the faint scent of herbs and burnt sage clinging to the air. The wooden shelves were crowded with jars—strange liquids and older things I didn’t care to identify. It was the same cabin I had stood in months ago, when I came here desperate for a cure and she had given me a riddle instead.

“A favor?” she asked, her silver eyes glinting as she ...