The Familiar's Sight

SIENNA’S POV

I couldn't stay downstairs pretending everything was fine. Not when Ronan was slowly dying and hiding it from me. Not when the prophecy seemed to be unfolding right in front of my eyes.

I climbed the stairs to Ronan's room, my feet heavy with each step. The voices from the living room grew distant behind me. Carmilla's condition, the sentinels' worried whispers, Ronan's mother drownin