~Hazel's POV~
My stomach clenched as everything unfolded right in front of me.
Cyrius… lying in a coffin, on the verge of waking up in the next thirty seconds.
Caspian lost for the first time, his usual calm demeanor is gone.
And Cayden spiraling out of control.
I took a deep breath. Something clung to me… like a whisper from inside.
"You are an abomination… bringing another abomination."
If I truly carried power inside me something witches feared then maybe… just maybe, I could do something. Maybe I could fix the dagger. Maybe I could be useful.
"Let me do it," I blurted out.
Their heads turned to me briefly, but their eyes flicked away like the words had slipped past them. Like I was invisible.
I turned to Caspian. He was the only one who might actually listen.
"Caspian," I pleaded. "Let me try. The witches are after me because they think I have powers. Whether it's me or the child, there's something. I might be a witch."
