Evelyn's POV

The air was cold when I stepped into the small courtyard behind the herbal shop. From the outside, it looked plain, even worn down, but I hadn’t come because of appearances.

The wind stilled as I crossed the threshold. The scent of burning sage and old wood filled my lungs. My heartbeat quickened, and the restless stir beneath my skin moved.

The witch waited, silver streaks in her hair, sharp eyes watching me. “You came on your own,” she said. “That’s good. It means ...