Grace’s POV
Jacob, Grayson, and Zane all stood around me, their eyes filled with concern, but I refused to let the tears fall again. I’d already cried too much today, and now it felt like my tears had dried up completely. A deep pit of exhaustion weighed down on me, and I didn’t want to expose any more of my vulnerability in front of them. As I glanced down, I noticed the imposter women still unconscious on the ground, their hands marked with an eerie, blue-inked crest of the moon.
“How are we going to deal with them?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from the heavy silence that lingered between us. I crouched to get a better look at the symbols etched into their skin.
Grayson knelt beside me, his voice low. “I’ve seen this mark before… from a witch.” His eyes flicked up to meet
