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Prologue

Millie

I don’t like these dreams Sometimes they’re not scary, and I settle into a pleasant moment in the so horrible

So evil

This tiht into the middle of a war

Where are my sisters? Why aren’t they with me?

“It’s no use,” I say to a wo”

“This happens every time,” she replies How can she be so cal to clairoomed for this over dozens of lifetimes”

I shakefor my sisters

“Stop, a stór mo chroí”

The male voice seems to come from inside my head It’s calm and firm A lifeline in the middle of all this chaos This isn’t the evil

It could be my salvation

I turn and see Lucien I don’t kno I know his na at least fifty yards away He didn’t yell the word, so how did I hear him?

“Don’t be afraid,” Lucien says inside my head “We’ll defeat the evil one, but not today Not yet”

“We have to!” I screa to destroy all of us!”

I’er as if it’s desperate now Lucien starts to run toward one, and I can’t see him anymore

Even the fire has disappeared

It’s just me And him

The evil

I sit up in bed, sweating, asp for air

Brielle thinks that I have these dreams now because I hit puberty, and it’s all because of hormones

She’s s

But deep doe both know better We’ve done enough research—away from the house so Mama doesn’t know—on our abilities to know that we’re special The spirits we see, the things we know, they aren’t normal

And our mama would kill us if we spoke of it in this house

Just like she killed our daddy