Lola's POV

I dressed quickly. My hands were finally steady. The panic had receded, replaced by a terrifying, absolute clarity.

I was going to tell him everything.

The prophecy. My bloodline. The real reason I left was all the secrets I'd been carrying alone for three years. And then I would let him decide.

I pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed.

Meet me at the clearing, the one by the old stone bridge. I need to talk to you. Please come alone.

I sent it before I could ...