Ivy
I blink my eyes, my head pounding painfully and sit up. Dread replaces confusion when I’m met with a pair of terrifyingly familiar eyes.
“Hello, Moonbeam,” the man who has haunted my nightmares mutters with a malignant smile on his angular features. His sharp face is thin around his full beard, and his glacial blue eyes are beady and full of malice.
Hate infuses inside me at the name I was given by the Earthy Eden followers. A name that I hoped I’d never be called again.
I was twelve the last time I saw this man, and he was forty-five. “Reverend Silas,” I mutter anxiously. This has to be a nightmare. How can he be sitting here?
Reverend Silas’ wrinkled face twists into a scowl as he grips me by the hair and pulls me roughly up to a standing position. I frown when I see that I’m
