CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Vi’s wrists burned, and when she tried to pull them, fire burned into her skin. It was so distracting that it took her several moments to realize she was lying on the dirt. Some of it had got into her mouth and she spit it out.
Rolling over was an issue. She was on her side, and the fire around her wrists seemed determined to keep her there. She stopped struggling against it. She had to figure out what was going on before she wasted more energy.
It was dim all around, the trees of the forest blotting out moonlight. But light was coming from somewhere, and judging by the heat at her feet and the flickers in the air, it was an actual fire.
Rosalie.
The memory of the coven leader’s attack washed over her, and Vi remembered that last moment before she’d lost consciousne
