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The closer we got to Flathead Mountain, the more I realized that this was a bad idea. The moon gleamed right above its flat surface, pinpointing the exact spot where Hannah died.
I slowly made my way up the trail. The foliage thickened as we climbed higher. I was walking at a snail’s pace but surprisingly, Cade didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he pushed through the heavy tree branches, holding them back as I passed.
We were halfway to the top when panic set in. I should go back. I didn’t have time for this. Why was he even taking me up here? Did he know this was the place the guardians delivered their punishment?
I froze. Flathead wasn’t meant for humans, but what about witches?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, holding up a low-lying branch as he waited for me to go under it.
“Why
