The Witch’s Oath
Diana’s POV
We drove out of Ranada before the sun rose.
Gina sat behind the wheel quiet and coiled like a loaded weapon. Cameron rode beside her flipping through the pages we recovered from the council archives. I sat in the backseat, fingers pressed to the faint spiral mark on my collarbone, still warm, pulsing.
Caelara’s presence hadn’t faded.
She was quieter now but she hadn’t left.
Last night’s vision confirmed what I feared most someone had called her forward. Someone who knew exactly what she was. And now she was bound to me with a choice I didn’t fully understand.
“I still don’t get it ” I muttered. “Why now? Why didn’t this all happen with the others before me?”
Cameron turned in his seat. “Because you’re the only one who’s survived long enough to finish it
