"As much as I try to keep hope alive, I couldn't help this nagging feeling that Lucian's grip on Abigail was increasing. and the time for all of us was running out."
The air was thick in this dungeon like the walls were closing in on us. Days will pass in tense silence, our minds focused on nothing else but the ritual that closes in with each passing heartbeat.
We know we can't wait any longer. The more time we spend here, the more powerful Lucian will become over Abigail, over our combined destinies.
And the more his power grows, the smaller our window becomes.
We sit in the darkness, tired, and on our shoulders weighs the heavy mantle of our tiredness
. No one needs to say it, but it's there, hanging in the air amongst us, like a ghost not invited.
Susan breaks the silence. Her vo
