Hannah pov
Two days into this place and not once have I truly regretted my decision, except for the gnawing worry about my former companions, especially Luca, the last person to see me. I can imagine his torment, unable to move on with his life, perhaps this distance is a mercy, giving him room to breathe.
"We've brought you a maid," two hunters usher a young lady with dark, intense eyes towards me. She's undoubtedly my age, her expression simmering with a fury that resonates with me.
"I don't need a maid," I protest, hoping they'll return her to wherever they found her, even though I know it's a futile plea.
"Jonathan insists she stays with you. She's a witch."
"A witch?" I furrow my brow. Why would Jonathan, who despises witches, send one to me? What game is he playing now? "She's n
