Falcon had never felt more invincible. The kingly rush coursing through his veins made him so euphoric he thought he might explode from it. The witch wasn’t just powerful, she was peculiar. Meredith might have stunned him once, might have been extraordinary in her own way. But Georgia was different. She burned with more determination, more fury, more connection to something primal. She cared for nothing and no one, discarding her coven and her brother like they’d never mattered, all for her hatred of Kain.

She had sought him out, teleporting straight into his castle bedroom as though it were the easiest thing in the world. He'd been shocked to...