“We can’t defend ourselves from two opposing forces,” Annette said in a stricken voice. “God help us.” The townspeople exchanged appalled glances. Hannah felt it, a low thrumming terror like a scream locked inside, fighting to get out. Her heart plummeted. Sour-sick acid churned in her belly. The certainty of death bore down on them like a hurtling train. Whatever their preparations, whatever they’d attempted to avoid this fate—how could it be enough? Would her children die today? Scared, calling for their mothers? Was Liam already dead? Was that her destiny, too? Things looked bleak. More
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