Georgory's Pov
I carried Emma in my arms, her body limp as we entered the Park Witch's house. She had fainted moments ago, and I was still on edge.
Her breathing was shallow but steady, and I was desperate to understand what was happening to her.
The witch glanced up from her seat, her sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of Emma. “Lay her here,” she instructed, pointing to a wooden bench covered in worn blankets.
I gently placed Emma down, watching as the witch moved closer. She hovered her hands over Emma, her brows furrowing as she began to hum softly.
The strange energy in the room grew thicker with every second.
“There is a powerful force within her,” the witch muttered, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern in the air above Emma.
She grabbed a small pouch from her table, sh
