Chapter 67
- Lucas' POV
- The ground beneath me felt like it was crumbling, though I knew it was my own strength giving way. My father’s blows were relentless, each one landing harder than the last. Blood dripped from my mouth, painting the dirt red beneath me. My ribs screamed with every breath I took, but I couldn’t stop searching—scanning the crowd, looking for her.
- The witch had to be close.