Chapter Fifty-Five

The air was thick in her lungs as her body struggled to hold on to the magic that was keeping the veil open, allowing her to search for a sign, anything that would prove that they hadn’t imagined her. She stood in place, looking around at the room that looked identical to her own. There was nothing. No sign of Wendy at all.

“She’s not here.”

Saraid turned toward Liam, confusion and frustration evident in her features. She knew deep in her core that they had not imagined Wendy. She was alive, and she was somewhere in this purgatory world. She just had to find her.

“If she is here, we will find her, but right now we need to preserve your strength. Let’s come back tomorrow after you have fed and slept.”

Fighting against herself and her better judgement, Saraid gave in to Liam’s request. She knew that she would be of no use to Wendy if she was too weak to get her out of there. She would get her out of there. She