Aria’s POV

A shadow whispered, soft and cruel, “You will lose Damon as you lost him.”

The voice crawled beneath my skin like ice water. I turned, but there was no one...only fog curling over an endless field of moonlight. The air shimmered silver, heavy with the scent of rain and something older, something divine. My pulse raced, my feet sinking into ground that felt too soft, too alive.

“Where am I?” I whispered, clutching the thin fabric of my dress. My voice sounded small, ...