Liana’s POV
I took one step into the pine-scented afternoon and froze.
Voices. Low, hushed, coming from the exact path I needed to take to leave. Boots crunched over frost and dead leaves, getting louder every second.
Shit.
There was only one way in and one way out of Morgana’s coven. The pathway in front of me was the entrance and the exit. No back door. No side cave. Nothing.
Just one way in and one way out.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat. If whoever was coming saw me here, everything could be complicated.
Tons of questions swarmed through my head. Who are they? How are they here? Would they report to the king if they see me?
What if it’s a council member? Will I be killed for treason? Suddenly, the vial in my pocket felt like a death warrant.
