Valeen shot to her feet, her bedroom darkening with storm clouds of fury. Layala was gone, the girl who would have mercy, the girl who would forgive. The goddess turned to shadow and dropped through the floor into the center of the main room. Presco closed his book and stood from his chair, concern lining his eyes. “Is something wrong?” “Where is he?” she snapped, voice harsh and full of shadows. “You remember.” “Everything.”
AHHH
