TYR

The sun had already dipped low behind the towers, the last streaks of crimson painting the sky when we entered the witches’ quarters. The air was heavy with incense and heat, the thick smell of herbs clinging to the stone walls. Every witch in the kingdom seemed to be here tonight. Candles flickered in clusters across the floor, arranged in circles and symbols that glowed faintly gold.

Zuri’s hand tightened in mine as we stepped through the arched doorway. Her pulse thudded against my ...