Damon stepped forward, his hand gripped tighter on his weapon. “Stay back.”
The woman didn’t move. Her gaze remained fixed on Braxton. “It’s you,” she whispered, her voice evidently trembling. “In Flesh and Blood.”
Lukas glanced at Braxton. “Okay, either she’s crazy or we’re about to get cursed.”
The woman took a shaky step closer. “The flame has returned to the flesh… after eighteen winters,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “The stars were right. You’ve come back.”
Braxton frowned. “You know who I am?”
Her one visible eye glimmered with recognition. “I saw you once, when you were just a boy. The night the sky burned red. I thought you’d die with the rest.”
Damon’s expression hardened. “Who are you?”
The woman’s lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile. “A witch, on
