VALENTINE
My heart still echoed with the cryptic words of the eye. "Lose everything you are..." I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. I turned, my gaze locked on the blind priestess.
The atmosphere within the church seemed to grow denser, laden with the fear that burned brightly at the back of my mind. When you get attacked by a witch for no other reason than being the mate of Devin Crow, you have to start looking at things differently. A sentence like that meant many things.
Death? A pack coup? Another attack that would leave me a shell if whatever I was now?
Suddenly, my trust in the ring Devin had procured was gone.
"What do you mean by 'lose everything I am'?" I asked, my voice firm.
Just as I awaited an answer, the shuffling of footsteps behind me snapped my attention away.
