Malik’s POV
Morwenna stood under the moonlight, her eyes glowing faintly as she murmured to the spirits. Her hair stayed wild and unbound moving with the wind that carried things I couldn’t see.
When she turned to us, her expression was grim. “They are restless.” She said, “The balance is breaking, something A has shifted in Blackthorn.”
I exchanged a confused look with Eve. Her brows knit. “Shifted? What do you mean?.” She asked
“The veil between the living and the forgotten has thinned.” Morwenna answered sharply. “ Whatever is coming, it’s already begun. We need to go back”
“Blackthorn was in danger.” It was all I knew she meant. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest as I thought of Dorian losing himself to dust. “When do we leave?” I asked.
Morwenna’s eyes flicked towards me. “B
