Chapter 25 – OtyliaI’m living a nightmare.
WHEN DADŹBÓG CREPT THROUGH THE GRAY CLOUDS overhead and rudely interrupted the little sleep I’d managed to find, I already knew it was going to be a bad day. It wasn’t just the burning of my skin from the cold, the ache in my heart from Dziewanna’s silence, or the knowledge that Wacław had seen my soul. Those were terrible enough. But there was something else.
My affinity for Mokosz’s divination occasionally granted me a sense of the immediate future, if the goddess was feeling generous. Today, dread loomed over me the moment I opened my eyes.
The last thing I needed was another problem. With Marzanna’s presence, Dziewanna’s absence, and Wacław’s power, I had enough to deal with. Last night’s snowfall had revealed something was wrong with the g
