Bridget heard Sienna’s words as if she was under a swimming pool, the sounds muffled and dense. She felt the young woman’s hands on her wounds and the mingling of their blood from a wound on Sienna’s palm. She was a powerful Blood Mapwalker, only just beginning to know her powers, but there was a darkness, too. The Shadow had its hooks in her and Bridget knew how good that felt.
But it would not win here today.
For in the mingling of their blood, Bridget saw the camp in the Borderlands, she witnessed the plague rats and Elf’s power, the death of Xander and his lion — and Finn’s face as he turned his back on love. Just like John as he walked out the library.
This Mapwalker life had taken everything from them both, but they couldn’t stop now. Sienna was right. Closing the border was the o
