Betty POV
“Where is Adriel?”
My fingers sank deep into April’s thick, matted fur, digging until my knuckles turned white.
“Do you lot have any sort of clue at all?”
Luka did not look at me. He kept his eyes locked on the floorboards, his shoulders heavy as he dragged a chair across the room and dropped into it.
“No,” Luka said. His voice sounded like gravel sliding down a pipe. “The witch took him. We still haven’t found his exact location yet. But the trackers did some trace magic. They found his scent signature inside the Blaze kingdom.”
My hand froze in the fur. The air in my throat turned to dust.
“The Blaze kingdom,” I repeated.
The name felt heavy. Cold. It sparked something dark in the back of my skull, a sudden flash of the stories my parents used to tell me in whispers aro
