Fifty-four:
Crimson Ashland
I waited outside the tent, wringing my hands together. I didn’t like the idea of Zaan and Catesby being alone. Especially now that Zaan knew of his magic and had a vague idea of how to use it. “Are you alright?” Talia asked. I glanced at the pretty redheaded girl with the green eyes. I had seen her around the village, but she had never talked with me or my family. As witches, our family had been something of outsiders. If it hadn’t been for my sister, or Zaan, I wouldn’t have had anyone.
I grimaced. “They’re talking about me.”
Talia furrowed her brows together. “I don’t understand. Isn’t Zaan your mate? I thought that was why you were able to escape from Raoul in the first place.”
“Technically, yes,” I sai
