Lilliana stood silently as Rhistel's words echoed in the night air. The carriage wheels creaked slightly as Damon shifted inside, adjusting Olivia's limp form against him.
Lilliana's gaze lifted upward, her expression unreadable as the clouds churned, restless and heavy.
"It's not over," she murmured.
Rhistel, already moving toward the front of the carriage, paused. "What did you say?"
She turned to him slowly, her face pale and solemn. "The witches will come again. Now that Ilzera is dead, they have lost the one who held them together. But not their purpose. Olivia was never their enemy, Rhistel. She was their hope but she had rejected them like her mother. But now Oriana could not be turned into a blood witch anymore. If they have truly given up on Oriana, then they will turn their eyes to Olivia."
Rhistel's brow furrowed. "They'll hunt her? After everything they just did to her?"
