Valerie
She looks confused by the turn in our conversation.
“So, Crowe, this prophesy?” Sophia asks, stealing our attention. Crowe studies each of us curiously. Her gaze flickers to Jaxson’s arm around my waist, and understanding lights her eyes.
“I’ll say it exactly as I heard it, ‘On the edge of Lilah’s field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the world will be gone.’” My mind swirls through memories.
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