The Witch Who Remembered
Diana’s POV
The farther we drove from Ranada the more the world changed.
The clean lines of city buildings faded into cracked roads and hollowed-out homes where ivy crawled through windows and roofs caved under the weight of time. Trees leaned like they were whispering secrets to each other and the sky grew heavier with every passing mile.
“This place feels forgotten ” I murmured.
Gina kept her hands tight on the wheel eyes steady on the road. “It is.”
We hadn’t spoken much since she knocked on my door that morning dressed in black leather with a file in her hand and one sentence: “We found her.”
Lydia Cross.
A name that hadn’t meant much to me before. Now it was everything.
“She was Clarissa’s,” Gina said as we drove. “Swore loyalty through blood. But aft
