GRACE POV
I was freezing my ass off.
Like actually freezing it off.
Cold mud squished under my boots as I stumbled along the edge of Loch Ness, wrapped in a swirling, natural this time, mist that curled around my legs like the world’s worst cotton candy machine had exploded.
The air was sharp.
Wet.
Biting.
Every breath came out in a shaky puff of white.
“Selene, I swear—” I muttered through chattering teeth, hugging Connor’s enormous hoodie tighter around myself, “—if this is some kind of cosmic joke, I’m going to hex your moon.”
Not that I knew how to hex anything.
Yet.
The goddess hadn’t given me an instruction manual. She’d just given me:
A dream.
A warning.
And a mission that felt way too big for my human… not-human… whatever-I-was-now self.
Humid mist thickened around
