BLAKE'S P.O.V.
My arms tightened around Iris as I crouched inside the ruined circle, my mind still spinning from what I had just seen. A moment ago, I had been ready to tear Clara’s throat out for letting this ritual nearly kill her. Then Iris had convulsed, light had surged through her body, and out of that chaos came… her.
Irene.
There was no mistaking it. She crouched close, calm and steady, as if she had every right to be there. Her hands guided Iris’s limp body into my hold as though she trusted me with her daughter’s life. Clara, on the other hand, stood frozen, wide eyes fixed on Irene with an expression I had never seen from her before. Fear. Awe. And guilt.
“It can’t be,” Clara whispered, shaking her head, trying to blink away the sight in front of her. “It can’t be. I must be
