“They’re here to kill our parents and abduct us. As they always do with Sorceri. ” They’d heard the tales. Sorceri who broke the legal guidelines of the Lore had been executed, while their teens have been fostered in stern Vrekener families. Even with Sabine by means of her side, Lanthe was terrified as they stole thru the abbey, lightning hanging all around the mountain. They stumbled into their parents’ room. Mother and Father have been curled together in sleep. Towering stained-glass home windows allowed in the glow of lightning, distorting it. She blinked. For a second, she’d thought her parents appeared . . . headless. When the scent of blood hit Lanthe, her legs buckled. Their our bodies have been decapitated; the heads lay at unnatural angles, inches from their necks. Sabine threw u
