Kiana
“Release me,” I said coldly, eyes locked on the witch. “Now.”
It was a gamble—I didn’t know what kind of spell she’d wrapped around me. If I’d had more time to study it, maybe I could’ve made an educated guess. But instinct told me this wasn’t meant to harm. Not directly. No, it felt like curiosity, not malice. If it were anything darker, Claudine and her witch would’ve been facing accusations already.
Still, it crossed a line.
Troy let out a low snarl, and the magic snapped off me like a leash being torn apart. Claudine’s eyes narrowed at the witch, but Cam’s expression remained composed. She gave a slow, practiced bow. “My sincerest apologies,” she murmured. “Sometimes my magic… slips. It reacts before I can restrain it.”
Claudine turned to Troy. “She warned me there might be
