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“She’s isn’t opposed to killing to get what she wants,” I say hoarsely, Ace’s face flashing across my mind.

A soft knock pulls my attention away before I can sink too deep into that memory. I swiftly stride toward the cabin door and fling it open. On the other side, Elysia immediately ignores me and peers past my shoulder until she finds Delilah.

“I received a vision.”

Chapter51

Delilah

The heartache and guilt cease to exist at Elysia’s words. Knox ushers her in as I stare, wide-eyed.

“What did you see?” Knox asks cautiously. He doesn’t take a seat, as if the threat of Hazel is in this very room with us and he wants to be ready.

Gods, I failed them all.

There are no two ways about it, and I don’t know how to cope with it.

It’s consuming, crushing, and debilitating.

Clearing my thoughts away, I focus on Elysia as she says, “I should say, it wasn’t a vision, just another piece that was translated. Although I don’t understand it in the slightest.”

Elysia’s voice takes on a graceful lilt as she repeats with a faraway look,

“Search for that which repeats all you do, its silence a message for you.

Keep a tether for you will drift, from this land to the next.

Walk inside and come alive, but don’t be frightened of what you’ll find.

For all was planned you must persist.”

Elysia sucks in a gasp, coming back to herself.

My lips thin. “Seems it’s another riddle.”

Elysia pinches the bridge of her nose. “Gods, why can’t it just be simple?”

“It never is,” I say solemnly.

“We need to wait for everyone to recover and recoup before we tread farther,” Knox says, peering at us both. “Let’s take the time to review all the prophecy we have so far. Perhaps we’ll pick up on a clue we have missed previously.”

“Something tells me none of it is going to make sense until it’s staring us smack in the face,” Elysia mutters.

Knox and I look at each other, both of us knowing that she’s right.

* * *

Two days later, sitting around Harlow’s bed—that she’s adamant she can now leave—we tell everyone the new cryptic words of the prophecy.

Every set of eyes in the room lies on me. The blame isn’t being said but it can be felt. Everyone knows the colossal mistake I made, the one that will have a grave impact on all of us. It’s already taking its toll on Axel.

Everyone can smell the liquor on him.

Harlow deadpans, “You’re telling me that bitch has another secret up her sleeve?”

Elysia snorts derisively. “It sounds as if she’s always had secrets.”

“Way to point out the obvious,” Harlow grumbles but Elysia just shrugs it off.