CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
QUEEN CATHERINE APPEARED in my dreams again, and the woods to which she pointed looked similar to where we were. I knew now why I’d been dreaming about her. She had prepared me for the decision I had to make. The dream changed from her to the Book of Shadows. I saw my foretelling, and the words were red. The smell of a strong woody and sweet essence filled my nostrils, and I opened my eyes. Lucian just smiled as I looked at him. He looked so beautiful when he woke. Not like me, hair a mess and eyes thick from sleep. The light in the tent was barely lit. When we crawled out, the sun had begun to set. We found four rows of small skinless animals spiked on sticks, roasting over an open fire. I gawked at the amazing survival skills these guys had. When the meat was done, we all ate in silenc
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