Emily’s emotions slam into me so hard I nearly drop the vial. Hope. Fear. Running.
It’s all tangled together, sharp and bright and overwhelming. My breath catches, and the barn tilts for a second.
Noah is at my side instantly. “Raven...hey...slow down. What’s happening?”
I grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. “She’s moving. She’s… she’s trying to get away.”
Grace’s eyes widen. “Then we need that tracker potion finished.”
“I know,” I snap, more at myself than anyone else. “I’m trying.” The second the words leave my mouth, guilt hits me like a punch.
I close my eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just...” My voice cracks. “I’m snapping at myself. I should’ve gotten this right by now.”
I force my shaking hands to steady and lift the vial again. The mixture inside
