Selena's POV
The room was quiet again, but my mind wasn’t.
I wondered why Linda hesitated and why she said they are not allowed to speak of him?
The sadness in her eyes when she spoke of her sister didn’t sit right. And what illness could be incurable.
It seemed like I was in the dark.
I closed my eyes and searched Linda's memory.
My powers were warm, ancient, and quiet like smoke curling under a locked door. I whispered the incantation under my breath, the words dancing over my lips in a forgotten tongue. My consciousness reached outward, touching the air, the walls, and then I got into Linda.
I followed the link, slipping past her surface thoughts until I saw a dim room heavy with herbs and silence, a frail body on a cot, still as death. Anya. The scent of sickness clung to he
