Chapter 83

Kaiya

I wake to the sound of the song I sang to the mates the day they exited the catacombs. Deborah stands next to me, a confused frown on her face. “They’re all dead,” she says.

“They’re supposed to be,” I say without thinking. I have no idea where that little nugget of knowledge came from, but I know it to be true.

I groan softly and sit up, looking around me. There's no light coming in from outside, but I can feel the full moon. A white sheet of snow cuts the outside world off from view.

The only light comes from the flickering torches against the walls. Bowden isn’t here like he was the last time, and I feel completely and utterly abandoned, cold, and lonely.

“Why aren’t they waking?” Deborah asks, her face pulled into a frown of confusion.

“You could never wake them,” Lauren says from the darkness. I swivel my head in all directions, looking for her. “Not by yourselves. They were dead and you forced them from their afterlife, pulling their souls into the void.”

“We didn’t