Flanna awoke with tears on her cheeks, remembering only vaguely how they got there. She dreamed of her mother, watching her alive, moving and laughing in the Conjuring Glass, then kneeling over her remains beneath a thin cairn of stone underground.
There was someone else too, but she couldn’t remember who it was. Someone scary.
She wiped her eyes and sat up, started to slip out of bed, thinking some alone time in the hollow would be nice. She liked the place, she found to her surprise. She also liked the moon. She thought the sky would be clear tonight, she would have a good view.
She found Zoe watching her.
“What?” Flanna didn’t try to hide her irritation with Zoe. She’d been sure the girl would be gone by now. She’d come home from school, asked if Flanna was okay, and then ignored he
