“Max! Watch out!” Savannah shouted, but her warning came too late.
The beast lunged again, jaws snapping just inches from his face. He barely dodged in time, rolling to the side and scrambling back to his feet. The witch’s magic crackled in the air, but her focus seemed to shift, her gaze locking onto Max with an intensity that made him feel exposed.
“Max…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, and the chaos of the battle seemed to fade into a distant hum.
“What?” he called back, dodging another strike from the beast. “Now’s not the time for—”
She studied him intently, the remnants of the earlier tension in the air dissipating as she lowered her hands. “You’re the son of Lincoln and Jasmin. I had only heard whispers of their fate, but to see their legacy standing before me… i
