She shook her head, her face set with determination. "You're wrong. This is the only way. And you're going to help me."
Before I could respond, Kiara’s grandmother walked into the living room. She must have woken up from her afternoon nap.
"Nyx, dear," she said, her voice raspy with age. "Is that you? I thought I heard voices."
Sera and I both turned to look at her. Sera's eyes widened in recognition.
"Hello, Agnes," Sera said, her voice sickly sweet. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."
Agnes, being the kind hearted soul she was didn't sense the danger. She just smiled. "Oh, have you? I hope it was all good things. You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"No, we haven't," Sera said. "But I've seen pictures of you. You look just like Kiara."
"Yes, eve
