Elsie’s POV

Mia was up and moving again, thank goodness, but things weren’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. The town was still a mess, black magic was spreading like wildfire, and to top it all off, the witches had decided now was the perfect time to make their move.

And then there was Madriod.

He was pacing back and forth in the living room, barking orders like he was some kind of commander. I stood by the window, arms crossed, refusing to even look at him. Mia sat on the couch, her expression matching mine…cold and fed up.

“We don’t have time for this!” Madriod yelled, throwing his hands in the...