“So what? We start over?”
“I don’t know what we do, but I definitely don’t think we can start over. Things are still too dangerous.”
“The crone hasn’t had any more visions since the twins died. They may have been the darkness she foresaw.” I said.
“Someone was draining Janelle of her magic. Slowly and over time, but every day that I saw her, she was weaker. Morven is still dealing with powerful witches. I don’t know that it’s over.”
“Then after dinner, I think it’s time we talk to the witch. Until then, do you mind if I join you?” I said, feeling a desperate flush creep up my cheeks.
“What do you mean?”
“I need to touch you, Kiana. Please. Just touch.” The words rasped out of me before I could stop them. Weeks—endless, hollow weeks—without her warmth had left my chest aching like a w
