“What’s happening to Robyn?!”
Ryan’s voice thundered through the stone corridors of Moonstrike Mansion, rattling the silent walls that night.
He ran down the stairs, breathless and pale, panic flooding his wide eyes.
“Ryan! Wait—!” Zion shouted behind him, but it was useless.
Ryan wouldn’t stop until he saw his sister with his own eyes.
Arwen followed close behind, heart pounding as she descended the steps.
When Ryan burst open the guest room door where Robyn had been resting, a gust of icy air met them.
The window rattled, curtains whipping wildly, and on the bed, Robyn’s body convulsed as if she were fighting something unseen.
“Robyn!” Ryan rushed to her side, gripping her shoulders. “Listen to me, little sister—open your eyes!”
Her skin was ghostly pale, almost as white as the
