Keira's Pov

This voice was calm and soft, like golden whispers. Like golden magic dust floating down from a beautiful night sky.

The voice was soothing and intentional, and I had to pause to listen to the voice, “In the dead of the night, with the moon in plain sight, wander to the river in which you drowned. Do that, and an answer you may have found.”

The voice stopped speaking, and I guessed the elixir was not just a sweet drink. It was a spirit that granted the wishes of the ...