Deborah’s POV

Deborah still felt the Void's cold touch, like frost on her skin. It wouldn't leave, even as dawn broke over Ravenswood. She stood at her bedroom window.

Her platinum marks glowed a little under her shirt. She pressed her hand against the glass.

The darkness was gone, but it had left something behind. Something like a hidden seed, waiting inside her.

"You felt it too." Erick's voice came from behind her, sounding tired and worried.

Deborah nodded; she couldn't speak. ...