Chapter 66

Maren

The lake was quiet again. Too quiet.

One heartbeat ago, my grandmother had been there — sitting like a queen on the slick black rock, water dripping from her long silver hair, her eyes a mirror of mine but sharper, older. Now there was only mist curling low over the surface and the faint sound of ripples dying out where she’d disappeared.

I stood on the bank, arms wrapped around myself, trem