Heiko’s jaw tightened. “That rune was old magic. The Dark Witch or do you think Victoria ordered it? Or someone working for her?”
River shook her head, fingers trailing absent circles on her palm. “I don’t know yet. Victoria could be playing her own game. Or she could be a convenient voice for other hands. The important thing is the witch is active. She’s not hiding anymore. She’s pushing.”
Heiko’s wolf hummed under his ribs, a low, beastly vibration that always made River feel the world was both wider and more dangerous.
“Then we can’t just wait for her next move,” he said, voice edged. “I hate the thought of you being bait again. I— I don’t want to lose you, River. Not like this.” His fingers tightened around hers.
River reached up and steadied his hand on her belly. The baby kicked
