“Welcome, welcome,” A raspy voice rang out the moment Mika materialized inside the cold cave. A smile curled on her lips, her footwear tapping softly against the stone floor as she made her way into the witches’ coven.She had done it.

She had finally gotten her revenge.

The dull ache in her chest throbbed, reminding her of what it took her to get here. She had to kill Tristan. She could still remember the pained look on his face as she lodged that dagger right into his heart. He was ...