Luther

“Jenna?” Mum draws Jenna’s eye. “I know how scary this must be right now. I also know that you have more questions than your brain can keep up with, but you are my only chance,”

Jenna pulls away from me and scrubs her hands over her face. “I know that, Anja, but there is so much to take in,”

Jenna walks over to the open fire and stares into it. I want to go to her and tell her that she doesn’t have to do this. I won’t let Jenna think she has to go through with this ritual just to please everyone else.

‘She does have to this, Luther! I know she’s your mate, but if the oracle is saying that Jenna can free us, then she has to. Do you want me to beg, is that it?’