It was the third day since Elsie collapsed. Three days of unbearable tension and silence. Nobody had spoken to me since Nyla’s outburst. They were either chanting spells over Elsie’s lifeless body or glaring at me like I was the enemy.

I didn’t care anymore. Let them hate me. I had bigger problems,like figuring out how to survive Freya’s wrath, the dark magic creeping closer, and the fact that I was slowly losing my mind.

I was outside, training. Every swing of my dagger was a distraction, a way to drown out the whispers in my head. They thought I wasn’t doing anything to fix this, but they were wrong....