Chapter Ninety Seven : Echoes of the Past

My heart stopped as I stared out the window. Clara stood in the yard, her eyes glowing red like the voidspawn, her dagger shimmering with dark magic. Her voice echoed in my mind, cold and sharp: “You weren’t meant to have the Heart. Give it to me, or I’ll take it.” Luna growled inside me, her glow hot and angry, but I was frozen. Clara, my strict adoptive mother, the woman who raised me with rules and distance, was here—part of this nightmare?

“Ophelia?” Xavron’s voice snapped me back. He was beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his eyes following mine...