Page 13 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 12

Sophia

Sophia marched away from the river and headed for the cave. She would get answers today.

A heavy body dropped in front of her, and she started back. Another corpse plummeted. She gazed around as dozens more fell. What was happening?

A shout from one of the armor-clad beings from the night before drew her attention. He’d spotted her and was moving fast, loping toward her.

She ducked behind a group of souls listing side to side and peeked her head above a woman who had begun moaning. The armored man-creature was moving away from her, shoving souls aside as he trudged upstream.

Stepping out from behind the woman, she weaved between clumps of people, moving around those who had fallen to the ground.

She reached the cave, searching inside and around it, calling for Elizabeth before realizing the girl was nowhere nearby. Defeated, Sophia slumped to the ground at the mouth of the cave, sighing.

With nothing to do but wait for the girl to return, she relaxed against the rock and let her gaze go unfocused, reveling in the sweet relief this place afforded her from aches, pains, and that driving hunger consuming her waking thoughts.

She picked up a rock, skipping it along the rippling sandy ground. It reminded her of the beach when the waves receded. Thoughts of the ocean sent a pang of longing for her sister witches through her. She couldn’t be the only one who’d been changed. Perhaps they were still beside the water, waiting for someone to rescue them as Elizabeth had her that first day.

Sophia shot to her feet, turned toward the river, and bumped into the chest of a woman dressed in deep crimson. Her gaze followed the line of loose robes to a face carved of sandstone, sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, a work of art. Narrowed eyes of pure gold were slitted on her.

“Hello, Sophia. I have heard you were unkind to Elizabeth.”