AMELIA
We arrived at the witch’s tribe in the north, the air colder and the wind harsher than it had been back in the city. I could feel the tension in the air as we stepped out of the car, the trees towering around us, and the shadows creeping along the dirt road.
Sofia shivered, rubbing her arms nervously as she glanced at me. “Amelia,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Are you sure about this? What if your brother, Gamma Bernard, finds out? He’ll be furious if he knows you’re asking for help from witches.”
I frowned, shaking my head at her foolishness. “My brother won’t find out,” I said firmly. “Neither will anyone in my family, as long as no one tells them.”
I turned and gave both Sofia and Sandra a hard look, making sure they understood. “You two had better keep your mouths
