Remi POV
Sophie was standing in the middle of the clearing. Barefoot on the forest floor. Hair completely loose. Arms raised to the sky. Turning slowly in a circle.
She was covered in something red. On her forehead. Her wrists. Her collarbone. Paste of some kind.
And she was chanting.
Quietly. But definitely chanting.
There was a small hole dug in the ground in front of her. Something buried in it. She'd placed sticks around it in a very specific pattern.
The three of us pressed behind the nearest tree. Pressed HARD. Remi in the middle, Zaya on one side, Jade on the other. Like three people trying to become one person.
"What," Zaya breathed. "Is on her face."
"Paste," I whispered back.
"What kind of paste."
"I think that's. Tomato?" Jade squinted. "And something else. Is that. Ho
