Book 12: She's Not a Witch

Misty

I snatch Addy from Kenna’s arms and break into a sprint, Aviva hot on my heels. Kenna’s voice behind us, calling out to her kids, fades as I burst through the doors of the packhouse and race across the village. 

The healer’s cottage rises ahead, but my lungs are burning when I finally reach the front door, which is ajar, and shove my way inside. 

The smell of herbs and spices hangs in the air… but that’s it. The cottage is totally empty. 

“Hello?” I shout, clutching Addy for dear life as dread overwhelms my senses. “Cole?!”

Aviva skids to a stop behind me, panting. “Where are the guys?”

“I have no idea,” I tell her, scanning the room. There’s a single door along the wall, tucked between two ceiling height bookshelves full of jars and small wooden boxes likely filled with more herbs. 

Aviva hisses in frustration and turns for the door, murmuring something about finding Ryan and Evander, and leaves me