Into the Mind of the Enemy
Diana’s POV
The tether was like a string wrapped around my soul.
I could feel it now faint stretching into the dark like a thread of cold silk just waiting for me to grab it again. Part of me feared what would happen if I did. The other part, the stronger part, needed to know what he was planning.
Emeric was no longer hiding.
And I was no longer running.
So I sat on the floor of the ritual room, salt still embedded in the corners, silver dust glimmering under candlelight. Cameron sat behind me his hands pressed lightly to my back. Gina stood at the edge of the circle silent but ready to intervene if anything went wrong.
“You don’t need to go far,” Cameron said gently. “Just enough to see.”
I nodded.
And reached inward.
The tether thrummed to life instan
