Leah Carter’s Point of View
“The dream wasn’t a warning,” I said softly. “It was a promise.”
Kael’s hand tightened around mine. “Leah… what do you mean?”
I turned toward him, the cold morning air biting my face. “Emma, the fire, I saw her walking into it, smiling, like it wasn’t pain… like it was destiny.”
Kael frowned, sitting up slowly, the faint light of dawn catching on his battered armor. “It was just a dream, you’ve barely slept in days. Don’t….. ”
He stopped mid-sentence, because we both heard it at the same time, Emma’s voice, faint, trembling.
“Mama…” I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding. Emma sat near the dying campfire, still wrapped in her blanket, but something was wrong, her face was pale, her skin damp with sweat, and then, as I knelt beside her, I saw it, her skin g
