Kieran's POV
Liandrin's smile lingered, sharp, crooked, unsettling, as if she were staring at a prophecy only she could see. I hung suspended in those invisible chains, unable to move, powerless to do anything but wait for her next move. Lorraine still lay motionless on the floor, pale and frighteningly still.
Liandrin's gaze flicked back to me, her milky white eye trembling slightly.
"You want to know the prophecy?" she asked, almost mockingly.
No, I didn't.
Not really.
I only cared about one thing right now. Lorraine.
But if listening to her rambling got me even a step closer to saving her, then I'd listen to a thousand prophecies.
Liandrin spread her arms wide, her ragged hair swaying like ghostly vines around her face. Her voice deepened, echoing off the walls like something ancient had awoken.
