Chapter 55: Go Back to the Beginning

"Brene," Jezza tugs at my sleeve. "Y-you can't stay out here all night. The vamps and werewolves will be hunting soon and you're bleeding. I mean I know neither of them are supposed to go after humans or us witches, but you're not safe here."

No. I'm not safe here or anywhere. My hands hurt and I sit up, my stomach rolling.

"The prism," I gasp, looking around in the fading sunlight.

"It's here on the grass. Is this where your ghosts are?" She picks up the purple pyramid stone from the gravesite and hands it to me.

"Yeah," I say, but my throat feels raw like I've swallowed gravel. It feels like there's a band around my chest and it doesn't allow me to take in a deep breath. Jacques. I can't leave him behind. And I can't think about how the leyline is gone now. There has to be a way.