Chapter 12

Cole came back.

He wasn’t halfway across the country, and he wasn’t relishing his freedom. Because, for sure, Cole was standing right in front of them at Genevieve’s door.

The witch seemed just as shocked as Syanna. More than anyone else, Genevieve knew how much Cole craved to be free—that he’d do absolutely nothing for his freedom.

Yet, here he was.

He glanced over Genevieve’s shoulder and met eyes with Syanna, and her stomach erupted in a bundle of butterflies and lit with fire. It was the most amazing feeling she’s ever felt.

Cole crossed the room towards her, not even sparing Genevieve or Isaac a glance as he sat beside Syanna. He reached forward, as if he was about to touch her face, but quickly retreated his hand when he realised what he was about to do.

But Syanna grabbed it and placed her cheeks in his warm palms. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished the tingling sensation that ran through her body when he touched her. If Cole even knew what he did to her, he would’