_Mira's POV_
Killian and I walked up to the witch’s small cottage, the tension between us as thick as the forest air. The house looked the same as I remembered it—old and weathered, with vines crawling up its stone walls. My stomach twisted with nerves. The last time I had been here, I had learnt so many things about my past.
Killian knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping against the wood. We waited in silence, the sound of birds chirping in the distance doing little to calm my racing heart.
After a few moments, the door creaked open, and the witch stood before us, her dark eyes sharp but kind. Her long, flowing robes and silver hair gave her an ageless quality, as though she had seen more lifetimes than I could comprehend.
“Mira,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “You’r
