The valley did not feel like a place meant for rest.
It felt like a place where truths were spoken—and left behind.
The witches had returned to their quiet rhythms, but nothing about them felt distant anymore. Their presence lingered in everything. In the air. In the ground. In the way the wind moved through the trees without sound.
Nyx and the others stood at the center of the clearing.
It just seemed like that was where all the talk was being made..
Also that was where everyone chose to rest.. There was something soothing and comfortable about that spot. Like it was blessed with happiness.
Magnus spoke with two of the elder witches near the edge of the circle. Kael stood a few paces away, listening without interrupting. Ronan remained close—closer than before—his attention split be
