BRIAR’S POV
She wasn’t bad because of witchcraft, but because of everything she feared she was losing, and letting that fear control her, pushing her past limits that should never have been crossed.
“No,” he says, the simple word slipping from his lips.
Curiosity draws my gaze to him, and I catch the fury etched in every hard line of his face, his teeth clenched in a losing battle to keep the rage from spilling over.
It hits me with the realization of just how much he hates them—for reasons I might never know, reasons that run much deeper than I realize.
“Simply dabbling in their craft corrupts your soul before eroding every bit of one’s humanity. The craft itself requires a sacrifice for your devotion to it, the sacrifice being your own emotions. With that kind of power, how can it
