The silence that followed Belle’s spell was unsettling. I don’t think any of us were breathing.
“Belle?” I called, my voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t answer.
Her hand, still resting on Fred’s denim jacket, trembled slightly. She stared straight ahead, her eyes wide and unseeing, as though she were somewhere far away, lost in whatever she’d seen.
“Belle.” Elenora’s voice cut through the silence, sharper now, demanding. “What did you see?”
Still nothing.
Jade pushed off the wall, his teasing nature gone, replaced with an edge I’d never get used to seeing. “Belle, stop this. Talk.”
Belle’s lips parted, but it took several long seconds for sound to emerge. A single word, spoken so softly I almost thought I imagined it.
“Grave.”
A chill swept through me. I couldn’t move. I cou
