Amara's POV
"Abigail is waking up."
The words hang in the air as I watch Serafine rush back into the room where her daughter lies. Abigail stirs on the bed, fluttering her eyes open, the haze of unconsciousness lifting.
I stood in the doorway, watching the girl's every move. So much power resides in her, more than any might realize. But also, there's a danger which cannot be ignored.
The moment I was inside, Abigail's eyes widened with curiosity and fear mixed in them, "Who? Who am I?" she asked, slightly quivering in her voice.
"My name is Amara," I told her, calmly, in a very steady tone. "I have come to help you."
Serafine stands watch beside Abigail, her eyes wary yet hopeful. Susan, too, hovers close by, her eyes filled with a mother's concern.
They want answers, and they need
