Ryder’s POV
“Who has Liza?” My voice is a mixture of deep and eerie, my body tensing as my dream begins to play itself unashamedly. Images of Liza screaming and thrashing causes my heart to clench tighter on the piece of air going into my lungs.
“The witches do,” Celeste replies, her eyes holding a newfound fear and sorrow as she casts herself down, her shields breaking through. I see a tear slip down her eyes and the room suddenly feels stuffed with upfront sorrow and dejection.
“The witches.. I’m afraid I do not understand what you mean by the witches.”
My mind seizes to comprehend what exactly it is that she was saying. Liza was taken by witches? How could that be possible? What would they want her for?
“They came to a conclusion that it was best to have both mother and child at
