Lia

The air in Ashroot didn’t feel like air. It felt like breathing in the hum of electricity and ancient whispers at the same time. Not a fan.

Everything here felt wrong, like the world had been painted and we just stepped into some kind of strange painting. I wasn’t sure how to wrap my mind around that one but this was how it felt.

The guys were walking, following the twins. I had Gemma’s tiny hand clenched in my mind, trying not to act as if my daughter was leading me ...