Ravyn POV

There were some days in a witch’s life when she wished that she didn’t sense something life-altering, especially of a dark and sensitive nature.

For Ravyn Rolfe, who considered herself a Cresta in every way but her last name, today was one of those days. 

She’d felt the hand of evil on Drannor Glynthyra’s shoulder and it didn’t take much figuring to identify whose hand it was.

The Dark Goddess had been quiet for almost three years, but Ravyn ...