Ardan’s hand was steady in mine with his warmth grounding me as I prepared to dive back into Gilly’s mind. Sally felt uneasy and her instincts warned me of the dangers ahead, but I pushed the fear aside.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked Ardan, glancing up at him.

He nodded, determined that what we were about to do would work. “If siphoning my strength will give you what you need to face the witches, then do it. You’ve already risked so much, Serena. Let me help you.”

I swallowed hard as my grip tightened on his hand. “If this doesn’t work—”

“It will,” he said firmly. “We’re in this...