DANICA stood still for a second, absorbing Kyria's words. The whispers... the dawn... it is happening? Her heart jumped. She didn’t even bother giving a response. Instead, she turned abruptly and made her way straight to her mother’s room, her black flats slapping against the wooden floor of the corridor.

The moment she reached the ornate door, she knocked once and pushed them open.

Dimitra was seated before her mirror, brushing through her long raven-black hair, even at home dressed ...