Chapter 62

I rip away from his hands. I hit the ground quicker than I can catch myself. Tears soak my cheeks and neck, and I pant unsteadily. So much pain...so much grief and terror consumes me.

I look up and see her. The blond ghost. Cynbel.

"You saw me?" I whisper. She nods. A small, sad smile touching her lips. Her hands are on my cheeks and I let out a shaky breath. "Why did you see me before you died?"

"Alora..."

I look over at Kennedy. He stares at me, confused and shaken up. Glancing from him to Cynbel, my entire being is consumed with a dull ache, like a faint reminiscent of the vision. I squeeze my eyes shut and sit up.

"Who are you...talking to?"

His hands hover over my skin as I make my way to my feet again. He doesn't touch me.

I lay a hand on my stomach, still reeling from the violent images that have plagued my mind. His mate had been murdered as well, in a cruel, horrific way. Eamonn narrowly survived the ordeal. He's all that Kennedy has left of his mate of Cynbel.

I stare at Ken