Chapter30

#Chapter30

The man in black stood in front of the stained-glass window when the bright mist spread through the library. The rush of fragrant apples blew across the stale books and made Daniel’s black hair blow into his face.

Unlike every other witch he’d ever met, Imara’s aura glowed white and gold like a cloud on a sunny day. There weren’t any White Lighters left in the Realm, and his dark eyes weren’t used to her shine, so he needed a few moments to adjust to the brilliance of her specter.

The stone walls built up around her, and Imara peeked around the room at the book-lined shelves until she saw him standing there. /"Ben, is that you?/" When she remembered that she left him behind, her hand tried to catch the pain rising in her throat. /"No, it can’t be./"