_Killian's POV_
The witch’s cottage was silent, except for the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. I watched her closely as she took the hairbrush from me, handling it with surprising care. Her silver hair shimmered in the dim light, and her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity.
“We don’t have much time,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Aaron is not someone to underestimate. He is cruel and cunning.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Just tell me what to do. I’ll do anything to save Mira.”
She gave a faint smile, her eyes softening. “Your love for her is strong. That will help.” She moved gracefully to a small table cluttered with bottles of colorful liquids, herbs, and candles. She plucked a few bottles from the shelves, each one filled with shimmering liquid
