Eileen's POV
It was past midnight when I sat beside Amber’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall with every tiny breath. The moonlight poured through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. Her little hand curled around mine, warm and soft, and my heart ached with love and worry. I should’ve felt peace, watching her sleep so soundly, but all I felt was a heavy weight pressing down on me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her, Lina. The witch. The one who turned our lives upside down. I needed answers. I needed to understand what she wanted, what she was planning. And no matter how much it terrified me, I knew I had to see her. But how? How do you summon a witch who only appears when she wants to, who speaks through shadows and stolen voices? I didn’t know. I was trying to figure
