HAZEL’S POV

Time was running out. The Elder was putting away his knife, drops of his blood fell into a pool that had formed under his hand and his throat bobbed when he mumbled incoherent words. I turned my head and watched Ophelia practically dragging Kiera by her hair at this point- okay not by her hair but she was peeling her daughter's hands away from her ears to make her listen.

Kiera’s eyes remained closed, she was still listening to Darian over her mother, that’s ...