The snow started falling once more.
It crept in slow whirls from a bruised sky, wrapping the woods in a hush of silk. The woods that surrounded Cassie's ramshackle hut had apparently gone to sleep. The birds too had fallen silent, as if they were conscious of something which would burst the tenuous peace.
Cassie stood in the stream outside the cave, hands in the icy water, washing a b****y rag—Lucas's first rag. The cold seeped into her skin, but it was welcome. It reminded her she was still here, still alive, still in control.
The dreams never let up.
Every night, the runes burned warmer. Her memories delved deeper. She awoke gasping, hurting with feelings alien to this life—love, loss, loyalty—and the absolute knowledge of betrayal.
She died for the twins once.
Would she die for th
