Kiana
It was two days before Troy could walk on his own again. Two days of him swearing up and down that he was fine and collapsing not more than five minutes of trying to leave the cave.
Two days of him demanding to know how I released him from the spell.
Two days of him asking about my father.
I couldn’t tell him about the spell, so I told him about Ragor. Everything he wanted to know. Every answer I could give him. Maybe I felt like it was my last chance at redemption.
After we reached the coven, I would never see Troy again.
I had a plan. If he didn’t tell me what he wanted with the witches, I would leave him there. He’d never get in without me. If he did tell me, maybe the witches would let him in. Either way, we’d go our separate ways.
I’d stop being Ragor’s daughter. Adopt a
