Malik’s POV

Morwenna stood under the moonlight, her eyes glowing faintly as she murmured to the spirits. Her hair stayed wild and unbound moving with the wind that carried things I couldn’t see.

When she turned to us, her expression was grim. “They are restless.” She said, “The balance is breaking, something A has shifted in Blackthorn.”

I exchanged a confused look with Eve. Her brows knit. “Shifted? What do you mean?.” She asked

“The veil between the living and the ...