“You will not take her from me,” Erin’s dark voice whispers from behind me. I spin around and stumble away from the angry man. His eyes, however, aren’t on me. His eyes are on the trees behind me. I spin around and frown when Maxwell is nowhere to be seen. I slowly turn back toward Erin who grabs my arm and yanks me toward him. My body slams into his chest and I struggle against him as a woman steps out of the snowy trees. She’s wearing a gray cloak like the rest of town we had just left. She looks vaguely familiar but I can’t place it. My mind is too preoccupied with fighting against the arm wrapped tightly around me.
“Take her from you?” the woman snaps as she steps forward, “she is not yours to keep, Erin.”
“You’re her,” I state after a moment.
“I’m who?” she asks, her cold blue eye
