Third POV
Kyan's grandmother, filled with a dread she hadn't felt in years, knew she had no other choice. Desperation clawed at her heart as she reached for the phone and dialed a number she had sworn never to call again. The number of Maria, the witch she had banished from her life decades ago. As the phone rang, her hands shook with the gravity of her decision.
Maria picked up the phone, her voice cold and sharp. "Who is this?"
"It's me, Agatha," Kyan's grandmother said, her voice trembling slightly. "I need your help."
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line before Maria responded, her tone filled with shock and suspicion. "Agatha? After all these years, you call me now? Why?"
Agatha took a deep breath, steeling herself. "My grandson, Kyan. He's been poisoned with
