Hecate POVThe path to the cottage was familiar, worn smooth by years of footsteps, hidden from the main road by a thicket of ancient oaks. I walked quickly, my hood pulled low, my cloak wrapped tight against the evening chill. The sun had set, and the shadows were long, but I could not afford to wait for full darkness. Every moment I spent away from the castle was a risk.I checked over my shoulder twice, three times, four. No one was following. I had made sure of it.The cottage appeared through the trees, smoke curling from its chimney, a single candle burning in the window. I knocked twice, paused, knocked once more. The signal.The door opened.Nessa stood on the threshold, her grey eyes warm, her smile quick. She stepped aside, and I slipped inside.The cottage was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth, the smell of bread and herbs filling the air. Tori rose from the table, her face lighting up when she saw me."Hecate."She crossed the room and pulled me into an embrace. I hel
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