EVELYN
After an evening of fitful crying, locked in Cole’s chamber, I had a terrible dream about him.
It was more than a dream.
It was a nightmare.
My parents were on an execution platform somewhere in Windsburn. The sky was dull, a strange bluish-gray, and the only sound that could be heard was the crash of the waves surrounding the island.
They were dressed in the same thin, ragged clothes as the last dream, only this time, they were far more tattered and covered with bits of blood. Their faces were bruised but their expressions were blank and empty.
The executioner was holding a long broadsword, ready to behead them. His face was fierce but solemn, as if he knew what had to be done but took little pleasure in it.
Beside the executioner was Cole, sitting on a throne that resembl
