Seraphina's POV
The scrying bowl broke against the stone floor, sending water and blood across my feet. The picture hit me like a hammer to the chest. Silver light exploding through a forest, a young woman screaming as power poured from her hands like liquid fire.
She was here. After a thousand years of waiting, the prophesied queen had finally woken.
And she was completely out of control.
I grabbed my staff and rushed outside just as two figures stumbled through the cursed barrier that protected my house. The man was tall and dark-haired, carrying a woman who looked ready to fall. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, and I could smell the old magic radiating from her skin.
"Seraphina Moonshade?" The man's voice was rough with tiredness. "We need your help."
"I know exactly who you are, Ronan Cross." I studied his face, seeing the despair there. "And I know why you've come."
