Page 52 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 51

Sophia

Helena bumped Sophia’s back, sliding to a stop. She couldn't see in the pitch dark the way Sophia could, so their trek had been slow. They were just outside the room where Rebecca had died. Even the slightest sound would give them away now.

Sophia turned, pressing her finger to Helena’s lips.

Helena’s sharp intake of breath stopped on a soft exhale, and she nodded.

Sophia pressed her gently back against the wall, careful not to make a sound.

“Are you sure?” Elizabeth’s voice was some distance away, on the other side of the cavernous space, but in Sophia’s new state, Elizabeth may as well have been standing beside her.

“Yes. Pietro saw her eyes when she left the home. She has unlocked her gift.”

“Excellent! In her new form, I can use her body for the transformation. Round up the witches. We leave tonight.”

Sophia dared a glance around the corner in time to see a dark figure, eyes glowing like her own, dipping his head before he darted away into another of the cave’s tunnels.

She lifted her hands, closed her eyes, and felt for the moisture remaining inside the body in the next room. Curling her fingers into a fist, she let the ice rush up her arm toward her heart as the liquid in Elizabeth’s body began to freeze .

Gasping, Sophia grabbed her wrist as the ice expanded, stretching her veins wide as if she were freezing her own veins instead of Elizabeth’s. The skin on her middle finger split as ice crept over the top of it, and she fell to the floor, clutching her hand.

She let out a silent sob as Helena dropped to her knees beside her. In the silent stillness, a soft white light burst from Helena’s fingers, but Sophia shook her head, a tear streaking down her cheek as she clapped her hands over Helena’s, winking out her light.

“Sophia,” a child’s voice called. “Come here, my little rat. I’ve been looking for you.”

Sophia dropped Helena’s hands, standing. Against her will, her feet marched her into the room. She tried to stop herself, grabbing for the walls on either side of her as she went.

“And bring my healer.”

“Helena, run,” she breathed, even as she doubled back, wrapping Helena’s wrist in a vice-like grip and dragging her along.