Lucas’ POV
The clearing was empty—just woods and silence. My fists clenched so tight my claws cut into my palms. This was supposed to be it. The witch’s village. Instead, there was nothing but the sound of Sabrina sobbing behind me and the gnawing realization that we’d been played.
By him.
“I’m sorry, brother,” Sabrina whispered, her voice shaking. “I thought I was helping. I thought I’d fooled Dad when I stole the map.”
Her words only fueled my anger. “You’re not the first to be fooled by our father,” I snarled, spinning to face her. “But this is the last time I let him make a fool of me.”
The map was crumpled in my fist. I didn’t care what enchantments it might hold or if there was a slim chance it was real. To hell with the map. I flung it into the river, watching as the current snatched it away, dragging it downstream until it disappeared.
“What are we going to do now?” Sabrina asked, her voice thick with frustration. “How will we find the witch village?”