CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

LILITH

We all gasped back to reality and took indrawn gasps while the necromancer removed the needles from our foreheads. Roxanne and Zane stared at me like they were seeing a ghost and I motioned for the necromancer to stay with me and not leave yet.

“Mom– oh my God,” Roxanne whispered in disbelief as she placed a hand over her head.

Zane stared at me with pity. An expression I loathed with my being.

“I know it's hard to decipher,” the necromancer said. “It's also overwhelming. Your mother sacrificed Lilith’s life to save you because you were a powerful child, Roxanne. You were the prophecy blue...