HAILEY
The packhouse shone silver in the light of the full moon, but I didn't notice its beauty. I held onto the railing of the balcony until my knuckles turned white. I couldn't turn my eyes from the blackness that beckoned me with its secrets countless beyond the clearing. A burden—Isaiah's caution, Logan's sobering tale—had settled upon me. The wind was filled with Azure toxins, and Aaron wasn't anywhere to be found. I just kept re-mentally retracing myself over that which had entered my mind previously: "Beware, my queen, for the storm draws in closer than thou dot imagine." Ah, a storm. I'd waited long enough for it to catch up to us. I spun back around, my willifying into steel. I would not simply stand by and watch Aaron get into harm's way. Logan and Marissa were standing at the b
