THE PRICE OF SHADOWS
VERONICA POV
I did not want to make Seraphine more frightened than she already was, but what I was about to do with her was certainly not something I imagined I would be partaking in. Well, here we are. She was in trouble, and I had one contact who did not deal with logic, love advice, or therapy. Rather, he dealt with forces—real, ancient, and dark.
“Seraphine,” I said softly as we got into the car. “I need you to trust me. We are not going to any therapist or a priest.”
She stared at me.
“Then where are we going?”
“To a... somewhere. Someone who knows and sees things. He can, with sufficient courage, shift the tides.”
“A prophet?”
I hesitated. “Yes, but not the type you meet in daylight or in the church. He is... different.”
A look of defeat splayed acr
