Bran's POV
I am losing my mind because It's been days of this madness and I don't know how much more I can take.
I try, again, to speak to Talia.I need to talk to her. But every single time, something-or someone-interrupts. I'm starting to think I'm cursed and this is beyond what I think it to be.
It begins innocently enough.
I'm walking toward the training grounds where she's overseeing a match. I get within ten feet of her. That's when I hear a voice.
A deep, ominous whisper, floating through the air.
"Turn back now, Bran... before she hexes you."
I freeze because my body goes stiff.
What the hell. I scan the area, but no one's nearby. Talia is talking to Lyric, completely unaware of my presence there. Or I should say she looks unaware.
"She knows you're here, Bran..."
I whirl
