The moment the car stopped, no one moved.
The graveyard stretched ahead, surrounded by old, crooked trees. It wasn't like any normal graveyard. The air itself felt strange here, thick with old magic. The witches' resting ground.
Lucian's chest tightened the second he looked at it. His hand was still on the door handle, but he couldn't move. None of them could.
This was it.
The place where Cyrus said she was buried.
Selene.
Just thinking her name burned.
For a moment, Lucian wanted to stay inside the car forever. He wanted to lock the doors, shut his eyes, and pretend this wasn't real. Pretend that when he opened his eyes, he'd be back home and she'd still be there somewhere in the world.
He could live with her being far away.
He could live with her hating him.
He could live with never seeing her again.
But not like this.
Not when she was buried and he was breathing.
