CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
The last of the ice melted away under the bright midday sun, leaving the sisters standing on solid ground for the first time in nine months.
The valley looked almost unchanged…the black lake calm, the mountains rising behind, the air sweet with pine and wildflowers. But the sisters themselves had changed in ways no one outside could yet see.
Elena looked at the women beside her and felt her stomach drop.
Mara’s strong frame now carried the same elegant posture Victoria had once possessed.
Sienna’s gentle eyes held the sharp intelligence of their mother.
Isabella’s hands, once stained with paint, moved with the precise grace of command.
Nova and Rowan stood with the same quiet authority. Jax’s steady presence had taken on an imperious edge. Even Dawn, the guardia
