“Ravenna…”
The name slipped from Thorne’s lips before he even understood why. He stood in darkness. Not the familiar darkness of night. Not the shadows he commanded. This darkness felt endless. Alive. Heavy enough to press against his chest and make breathing difficult.
He could not see the ground beneath his feet, yet he knew he was standing. He could not see the sky, yet he could feel something above him. Watching. Waiting. Then—
A woman appeared in the distance. Her back was turned toward him. Long hair. A familiar posture. Something inside Thorne pulled violently toward her. His heart recognized her before his mind did.
“Ravenna…”
He whispered her name again. The woman slowly turned. But the face staring back at him was not Ravenna’s. Agatha. Thorne froze.
His mind became confuse
