Lilith frowned, her voice shaking. "Who is he? Who is going to kill us all?"
Charlotte's lips parted, but no words came out. Her mouth moved in desperation, as if trying to force the answer through the blood bubbling in her throat. But it was too late—the light had already drained from her eyes.
"Charlotte…" Lilith's voice cracked as she gave her a gentle shake. "Charlotte, please wake up…"
No response.
Only silence and the steady roar of the fire behind her.
Lilith's heart clenched as tears welled in her eyes. "No… no, this can't be happening." She placed a trembling hand over Charlotte's face, gently closing her eyes before rising shakily to her feet.
She wandered forward in a daze, lost and heartbroken, when suddenly, a cold hand shot out and seized her arm, yanking her back.
Lilith gasped and spun around. It was a woman, but not just any woman. It was the same woman from her dreams. Only this time, she wasn't helpless. She wasn't sad. She was furious.
