Georgia didn’t know what had happened outside the castle.

And it worried her.

She kept asking herself the same questions over and over—had Lucy been caught? Or worse… was she already dead?

Strangely, she worried even more about Falcon. About whether he’d realized that the witch Georgia had deliberately led him to was nothing more than a distraction—an attempt to buy Lucy time and fracture Falcon’s focus.

She thought it had worked. She hadn’t seen Falcon since she’d fed him the information. Maybe he’d gone after the head of their coven instead. The woman would never let Falcon win a fight. Georgia knew that much. She’d rather die casting a...