Ember Frost's POV

Once Eira was safely placed into the ambulance, I made my way back to the place where the witch is kept, my steps heavy and my mind still spinning from everything that had just happened.

The once-spoiled, prideful witch wasn’t so bold anymore. She was on the ground, bound so tightly she could barely lift her head, looking less like a threat and more like a cornered creature with nowhere left to run. The cords wrapped around her weren’t normal either. They held a soft ...