Sylvia’s enchanted lantern—enspelled to never extinguish, Lorelei assumed—illuminated the small space, but most of it clung to Sylvia. It gilded her hair and filled her pale eyes with fire. It might have been beautiful, had Lorelei not caught a glimpse of blood seeping through Sylvia’s coat. For one horrible moment, Lorelei’s vision pulsed black with fear.
