The forest had gone utterly still.
The wind that had been howling through the trees moments ago seemed to vanish, leaving only the sound of her own breathing and the faint tremor of leaves settling back into silence.
Lilith’s grip tightened around the dagger. The runes burned softly, throwing pale light over the figure stepping out of the shadows.
A woman.
Tall, steady, a silhouette outlined by the fractured silver glow of the moon. Her coat brushed the ground, dark as ink, and her eyes, sharp, unflinching, the kind that had seen too much, locked straight on Lilith’s.
The strange woman who met her in the hospital parking lot and left those cryptic photos on her windshield.
“I’m not the one you’re looking for,” the stranger said, voice low and deliberate. “But you’ll want to hear me.
