Ari's POV

The chill of the cold floor had already invaded my bones. The silver cuffs were painful to my wrists, and my legs trembled every time I attempted to move. Guards on the outside were laughing once more and were discussing how the "witch" would be brought out in the morning.

I banged my head on the wall and said, Harriet, please be safe.

The air shifted. Initially, it was gentle--as some little breath of wind. Then it grew warmer. My heart jumped. Something was changing.

A low voice resounded in my head. "Mommy..."

Not spoken. Not shouted. But felt.

Harriet.

Rattling at the door, I heard before I...