The black haired woman had whisked away their salads and brought out steak with vegetables. Everyone else had nearly polished off their plates, chatting casually. Danielle, meanwhile, had barely touched her food. The weight of the prophecy note in her pocket felt heavier than it should.
She waited until no one was looking before carefully sliding it back out, smoothing out the wrinkles. She didn’t really want to read it again, but something in her needed to.
Her eyes skimmed the lines. They were half familiar now, half still feeling like nonsense.
“Eyes that see where shadows lie.” The words slipped past her lips before she could stop them. A whisper.
Seth looked up. “Danielle,” he said quietly. “That thing you saw… at Muddy Creek. The one from before. What if it was…”
A slow, sinking
