Chapter 72

Olivia Martins

My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I stared at the person who had destroyed everything, who had taken everything from me. The witch stood there in the center of the courtyard, her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders, completely unbothered by the tension crackling through the air.

She looked exactly the same as she had that day with Bridget. Calm. Composed. Like she hadn’t helped tear my world apart.

“WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?” The words ripped from my throat, raw and furious.

Without thinking, without caring about consequences or reason, I lunged across the courtyard, my only thought to reach her, to make her pay for what she’d done. My fingers gave way to claws, ready to tear into her, to make her feel even a fraction of the pain she’d caused me.

Strong arms caught me mid-leap, wrapping around my waist and hauling me back against a solid chest. Ryker’s familiar scent filled my nostrils as he lifted me o