Lyanna's POV

I looked at the woman kneeling in front of me, and a strange mix of emotions tightened in my chest, because even without speaking, I could already tell she wasn’t sincere. In my past life, every interaction I had ever had with witches had taught me one thing clearly they were never loyal unless they stood to gain something, and their help always came with a price wrapped in lies. They could be dangerously deceiving, too.

But this one was offering herself willingly, and right ...