Josiah
The night air was heavy with silence.
Not the peaceful kind… the kind that comes after a storm when the world holds its breath, waiting for the next wave to strike.
Callen and I stood by the large map spread across my desk, the candlelight flickering over the borders of our lands. Shadows crawled along the walls, long and uneasy. Neither of us had slept.
Agatha’s name hung between us like a curse we were both afraid to speak again.
“She’s stronger than we thought,” Callen said quietly, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. “If she could bewitch both you and Niagra for years, she’s no ordinary witch.”
I nodded grimly.
“No… she’s something else.”
My thoughts drifted to Niagra’s haunted eyes as he confessed that his memory had been wiped clean. He hadn’t recognized himsel
