CHAPTER 18
Brygida slept fitfully. Her dreams filled with burned cottages, bloody bodies torn to pieces, and a forest glowing with red eyes. When she woke, her skin was clammy and covered in sweat. She clutched the threadbare blanket to her chest, breath heaving as she surveyed the dark room.
On the floor, Kaspian and Stefan still slept, unaware of her nightmares. Iskra lay on Kaspian’s feet, sprawled out in a pile of fluff, her paws twitching dreamily.
After what had transpired in the stable, she’d offered no more than a terse goodnight and had accepted the bed Stefan had offered her, while he and Kaspian took to the floor. She’d paged through Anita’s grimoire in the swaying hearth light, attempting to make sense of the unfamiliar handwriting and mysterious shorthand.
Anita’s spells t
