Bastian jerked awake, gasping for breath. His mind reeled with what he'd just seen. Had it been real? A witch named Cordelia Huntington had murdered Isabelle and Richard? Could he believe what he'd seen? Or had it been merely fevered imaginings?

Head pounding, he glanced around the drawing room. Jane was sprawled facedown a few feet away.

She stirred and groaned. "Bastian, I had the strangest dream" She looked around, confused. "Why are we on the floor?"

"Jane, ...