CHAPTER 63: THE WITCH’S JOURNEY

IVANA'S POV I heard the fire whispering. Strange shadows were created along my cottage's stone walls by the crazily dancing flickering flames. Leaning closer, I read the message the cosmos had delivered me as my aging fingers traced symbols in the ashes. The prophecy was falling apart. The moment had arrived. For years, I had been seeing visions of a future filled with blood and fire, a conflict that would rock the magical world to its core. A king who is fighting for control over his eroding throne. To overthrow him, a warrior was born. And a lady who was inextricably linked to the warrior's destiny in ways that she herself could not yet comprehend. Cameron. Emilia, too. They held the secret. As the last visual took hold of me, blazing in the center of the fire, a chill went down my spine. Cameron has left. They had dragged him away in chains. My heart tightened. It's already started. I snatched up my cloak and draped it over my shoulders as I hurried across the room. Waiting