*Sasha*

A hand on my arm pulled me from a trembling, sweaty nightmare.

“Sasha sweety?” Lucas murmured, stroking my arm up and down.

When I opened my eyes, he took my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

“Lucas,” I croaked. “She was here–that old priestess.”

“I know.” Lucas looked away from me, shame written on his face. “She disguised herself somehow, I think using magic. We all thought ...