Ellie’s POV
The night air clawed at my lungs as I ran. Roots kept snagging my ankles and the forest floor was slick with mist, but I didn’t stop. Behind me the witch-house tunnel yawned like a black throat I had finally escaped.
I tasted iron blood from my split lip—when the ground suddenly tilted.
A stone door stood ahead, carved with glowing blue symbols. Ethan’s scent wolf-sharp, mixed with a hint of ozone pulled me toward it.
“Almost there,” I whispered and grabbed the cold iron ring of the door.
The hinges groaned loud as I pushed it open. Heat hit me right away, heavy with the copper smell of old magic.
“Welcome, little keeper.”
Fiona’s voice slid out of the shadows before I even saw her.
I spun around, the chains from my escape still clinking on my wrists. “Where is he?”
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