The Spark Within

I woke to an empty bed. Not just empty, the bed where Lilia should have been laying was cold. Terror ripped through me. I’ve lost one mate. I won’t survive losing another.

I raced around the house, calling her name, yelling for her. When she wasn’t there, I’d raced outside, wondering if somehow the witches had come back, if they’d found Lilia and planned to punish her because of Phoenix.

I was on