Evelyn woke to a needle at her throat.
Liam's mother loomed over her, a quilt stretched between her hands. "Time to finish Meredith's work."
The quilt pulsed with heat, its threads snaking around Evelyn's wrists. Visions flooded her—women in chains, a ship bound for Marseille, her sister screaming as a needle pierced her tongue.
"Silence is a stitch," the woman hissed.
Ronan burst in, slashing the quilt with a dagger. "Run!"
The severed threads writhed like vipers, chasing Evelyn into the mist