Book 2: Chapter 45

Petra POV

I wrap my hands around the mug of hot tea, trying to warm myself from the chill in the air. The leaves on the trees are changing from vibrant shades of green to the beautiful yellows and golds of fall.

The wind howls around my cottage, and I wrap my cloak around my shoulders. My cottage can be drafty when the wind becomes unruly, but it is too early in the season for it to be this windy. Something ominous is brewing, and I have an awful feeling that I know what it is.

Closing my eyes, I reach out into the abyss, looking for Seraphina, or Willow as she is called now. I get the feeling that she is in danger. As I look through the darkness, like I have done so many times before, I find Seraphina. I was right; she was in trouble. I can only catch snippets of what is happening, but she is covered in blood with a gun in her hand.

Suddenly, the vision goes dark, and a bright light flashes behind my eyes. I clutch my chest as darkness consumes my soul. My eyes fly ope