Olivia Martins

The witch stepped into Caspian's room first, her movements fluid and purposeful, like she'd done this a thousand times before. I stayed right behind her, close enough that I could grab her if she tried anything, my muscles coiled tight with barely restrained tension.

Darius and Elizabeth flanked the doorway while Ryker positioned himself near the foot of the bed, all of us forming a protective circle around Caspian's unconscious form. The witch paid us no attention, her focus ...