Nevaeh rubbed at the opal stone on the ochipiatră, trying to erase the black coloring that now was nearly covering the stone. She knew it was impossible to remove the inky smudge, impossible to rewind time, or so said her rational mind. The eclipse event was out of her control, white would turn to black, no matter how much she glared at the bracelet. Realizing the futility, she fisted her fingers, forcing them away from the stone as she sat back in the high-backed dining chair near the rectangular polished table front of her.
To distract herself from the anxiety that was clawing through her stomach, she focused on her kamará who stood at the head of the table along with her brothers, the vampire, Lincoln, and a few of the knights flanking him, all huddled with Aron as he unrolled the map
