Setting the candles into their sconces, Melinda positioned them at precise points around the room.
She turned off the light switch, plunging the space into shadow, leaving only the flickering glow of candlelight. Lowering herself onto the floor, she crossed her legs beneath her in a practiced yoga posture, grounding herself.
She spread the picture of Alexa and Zander before her. Beside it, she poured a thin line of white sand and placed the black bracelet she had taken from Vikron.
She didn't want to do this.
Yet the restless unease gnawing at her insides refused to be ignored.
The flashes from the vision.
The scent of Prince Zander's blood.
Alexa's face; haunting, desperate.
She needed answers.
Was Zyair Zander Owle the same person as Camille Loeka?
Was Camille the missing child
