Nadia
The cold of the night numbed my limbs, but it could not do the same to the tightness corroding my chest.
What am I going to do from now on?
I found my grandmother’s killer and got my revenge. I discovered the truth about the curse of the Dyer witches. I achieved everything I wanted, yet I had lost Viktor, the man I swore to free and save. My protector.
How did I win that battle if I lost so much in the process?
If I had lost myself?
I felt something brush against me. A light bump against my arm. A wet snout. I turned my head, blinking to see through the tears clouding my vision, and saw the amber glow of two eyes staring at me in the dimness.
"Go away, Arcano," I whispered, too exhausted to deal with him now. I pushed him away with a jerk.
The black cat, however, did not move
