Catching sight of the spell, Cressida laughed. “An Arcana? We both know you won’t risk corrupting yourself, Seraphine.” Gideon saw the movement too late: Cressida snatching her moon-curved casting knife and lunging for the witch beside her. It was Antonio who grabbed her wrist, holding her back. “Little queen,” laughed Seraphine, “I am incorruptible.” Cressida frowned, her gaze flickering over Seraphine’s face. “My name is Wisdom.” Her voice rang like a drawn blade. “And I’ve waited a long time for this.”
