_Liam’s POV_
The witch’s cottage was dimly lit. The flickering light of candles was casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air smelled of herbs, smoke, and something metallic that made me feel both anxious and powerful. Anna sat beside me at the worn wooden table, her hand resting lightly on mine. She was trying to act calm, but I could feel the tension radiating from her. We both knew the stakes were higher than ever now.
The witch, an older woman with sharp features and unsettlingly dark eyes, sat across from us, staring into her crystal ball. Her fingers, bony and covered in rings, traced its surface as she murmured under her breath. Finally, she looked up.
“You are in deep trouble,” she said, her voice low and gravelly. “Avery and Kaden have uncovered the truth.”
My chest tightene
