Nyra’s POV
I was almost asleep, lying on my bed in my nightwear, when a sudden movement made me sit up.
Kian. Stood there. His grip tight on Rhoda’s wrist, a witch band glinting in his other hand.
I rose swiftly but didn’t panic. “How dare you?” I hissed, my eyes locked on him.
“Forgive me,” Rhoda said, her voice trembling. “He… he tracked me and forced me with that… thing in his hand, to bring him here.”
I studied the band in Kian’s hand. My instincts screamed danger. Used on Rhoda, it could destroy her powers.
“What are you doing in my home?” I demanded, keeping my voice calm but sharp.
His gaze roamed over me; heat, lust and something primal in his eyes but I didn’t flinch. I stared back, unafraid.
“Where is he?” Kian finally demanded.
“Who?” I shot back.
“The child, Kael. He
