6
As Cade and I walked through the quiet streets, the sun nestled low between the mountains, casting long shadows. Everyone was inside, most likely preparing for the evening meal as if it were an ordinary day. I looked back at the boundary. This time, I could see the faint outline of the desert dunes.
Cade gazed up at the darkening sky as if he’d never seen stars before.
“Incredible. Diana’s spell was powerful,” he murmured. “There’s hope.”
“Who’s Diana?” There were only about fifty people in the Sanctuary, along with a dozen guardians. Not one of them was named Diana, and there definitely weren’t any witches. I remember when Jaclyn was accused of being a witch. It wasn’t pretty. Big John had just finished a history lesson about one of the angel-witch war battles and how some of the wi
