Ivy’s POV

The storm broke sometime before dawn.. The forest was almost silent now just for dropping of water against the roof of the abandoned cabin we’d stumbled into hours ago.

I sat near the old fireplace, knees pulled to my chest, watching rain drizzle. My hands were still trembling, though I tried to hide it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flames again. Ezra’s blood. Lucien’s eyes. And then Vincent’s words.

I ran my thumb over the charred pendant resting in my palm. It ...