Chapter 1587
Emma shoved forward, intercepting one with a roar. Their bodies collided and the shadow split apart like fog, only to reform behind her. Grace cried out as another lunged toward Natalie, but Stella tackled it mid-air, sending them both to the ground.
Jude stood slowly, eyes locked on the woman.
"You don’t control it," he said. "You lost it."
She smiled. "No. I became it."
And then she stepped down from the altar.
Straight toward him.
None of the others could move. The shadows held them at bay.
She came close - close enough that he could smell her - earth and smoke and something ancient. Her hand reached for his chest. He didn’t stop her. Her fingers brushed the mark - and gasped.
"You’ve already begun," she whispered.
"I have."
"But you don’t understand what it means ."