“I’m sorry.” I can’t bring myself to turn back to Evander. My failure will not only risk us both, but also Aurora. Our whole plan… “I wasn’t enough.” “You are but a small witch,” another soft voice says, as whispering as water against rock. Evander’s eyes go wide and I follow his stare over my shoulder, back to the water and the source of the voice. “But you are more than enough.”
