Moira's POV

The quarry stretches before me like an open wound in the earth, all jagged stone and black shadows. My witch magic coils beneath my skin, alive and ready, feeding off my fear and fury.

'Connor needs me.' The thought pounds through my skull in rhythm with my heartbeat. 'He's just a baby. Six years old and terrified.'

I park at the edge of the access road and kill the engine. The silence feels suffocating. Every instinct screams to turn ...