Rebecca

Maximus’s fire flared brighter, a pulse I felt through the frozen ground. “If she sets foot there, I walk with her,” he said.

The witch’s smile was slow. “Of course. The realm eats the lonely first. Pairs last longer.”

My heart thudded. “Last longer?”

“Yes,” she said and smiled mischievously.

Raven stirred and pressed against my skin as if she wanted to push through and stand between us.

Maximus sighed. “How do we get ...