_Lucian's POV_
The room smelled like damp earth and herbs. Candles flickered in the corners, casting long shadows on the stone walls. I stood with my arms crossed, watching the witch mix her potions behind a wooden table stained with old magic.
“I don’t want any more mistakes,” I said, my voice sharp. “We came too close the other day. Kieran almost saw her face to face.”
The witch didn’t look up. She stirred a thick green liquid in a small iron pot. “But he didn’t meet her, did he?”
“No. But that’s not the point,” I growled. “He almost did. I’ve done everything to keep them apart.”
I started pacing. I could feel the anger bubbling just beneath my skin. I clenched my jaw as the memory played back in my head.
“I gave Dylan clear instructions,” I said through gritted teeth. “Katherine w
