Isolde's POV
The mirror in my hands showed me nothing but darkness. For three days, I'd tried to find Sienna through my scrying glass, but she stayed hidden even from my magic.
Smart girl.
I set down the mirror and looked around my small tent. Herbs hung from the roof, their scents mixing with the smoke from my protection candles. After fleeing the temple, I'd created this small space on the outskirts of Kieran's new camp, though I wasn't exactly welcome.
No one trusted a witch who had once served the Midnight Queen.
A sudden wind extinguished my lights, plunging the tent into blackness. The air grew thick with power that wasn't mine.
"Show yourselves," I ordered, calling a small flame to my palm.
Three hooded figures emerged from the shadows, materializing like smoke. My sister witches from the Black Moon Coven.
Lyra, tall and stern. Mara, round-faced and seemingly gentle. Thea, silent and dangerous.
"Sisters," I greeted carefully. "This is unexpected."
