Chapter 47

Kane’s POV:

We eat breakfast in relative silence. Willow is nervous and occupied with her own thoughts. “You have to go back to the witches today,” I say, more to break the silence than anything else.

“I know. I don’t want to.”

“You are their next high priestess, they will look up to you. They need you.”

“I don’t want it. I don’t want to be their high-priestess.”

I almost drop my fork in surprise. Three days ago, she ran out of here like a bat out of hell, now she doesn’t want to go back. The woman’s giving me whiplash. “What you want is not important. What you have to do is.”

“What have they ever done for me? Honestly now, Kane? Lady Blaire heard my father torturing me, she felt my pain, and she did nothing.”

“What about the fledglings?” What am I doing? Why am I trying to convince her to go back, when all I wanted these last few weeks was to keep her here? “You said you can change things for them.” Stop it Kane, fuck. She’s here. Now. And she’s finally willing to stay. “You ha