Williams's hands gripped the steering wheel with an intensity that made the leather creak beneath his fingers. The road from Luminera to Monero stretched endlessly before him, winding like a serpent through stretches of forest and valleys, but he didn't mind.
His heart thudded with a rhythm of triumph. After all this time of searching, they had finally found Charlotte's location. The old witch who had disappeared from all radars, hidden by magic and silence, was no longer a ghost in the wind.
He pressed harder on the accelerator, the car engine responding with a growl. His eyes narrowed as the trees rushed by in a blur. Joy bloomed in his chest like wildfire, threatening to consume the cloud of worry that still lingered beneath the surface. It was not just joy over Charlotte—though that in itself was monumental. It was what she represented. Clarity and hopefully, a way to fix what had already gone terribly wrong.
