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“You don’t have much time,” the voice said again. I looked up and peered through the darkness. A tiny ounce of moonlight flickered through that tiny basement window, illuminating a man’s face before me.
I gasped and pushed myself backward, but he stepped closer to me.
I had seen him before. The dusty brown hair, the golden eyes. He was the man in the picture that Alek had shown me… that Alek had killed.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“I want you to get out of here,” he said. His tattoos were nearly identical to the ones I had seen on Alek’s skin. “You don’t have that much time, Lyra.”
“What are you talking about? I can’t escape here. She’ll find me.”
He glanced behind himself. A scream echoed in the distance. “Everything will change,” he said. “You have to discover the truth.”
My blood was frozen in my veins, and my limbs refusing to move. “What will change?” I whispered. “Why are you here?”
“Alek knows,” he said. “Alek knows why.”
“But Alek killed you,” I whispered.
The man’s face remained emotionless. “Alek knows.”
He didn’t say anything else. The moonlight disappeared as the man vanished from thin air.
Darkness engulfed me. I had no idea where I was or how long I’d been there.
When my mother appeared before me, I knew it wasn’t a vision.
It was a memory.
My mother was crying. I had never seen her cry before, and it put me on edge. It was rare for her to let a single puzzle piece of her perfect, idealistic life fall out of place.
But she stood in my bedroom and cried.
My childhood bedroom was just as clean as everything else in my mother’s life. The white walls matched everything else in our house, and my mother made sure not a single thing was left out of place.
“Mom?” I asked her. It was the last time I ever called her that.
“It’s just us now,” she said. She leaned her back against my bedroom wall and ran her hands over her face. Her mascara was beginning to run, leaving a black trail of sorrow behind on her porcelain skin. “It’s just us now, and nobody is looking out for us.”
I remember being confused. It had always been just us.
My mother crossed the room and sat next to me on the bed. “They’ll come for you, Lyra. It might not be for a while, but they’ll come for you.”
The seriousness in her voice sent a chill down my back. “Why?” I asked. “What do they want?”
“They want chaos. They want destruction.”
“Who?”
She finally blinked away the last tear. “Demons, Lyra. The demons will come for you.”
ChapterNineteen
“Open your eyes, dammit!”
Someone was moving me, shaking my shoulders. I was no longer in the water, but instead on some sort of hard surface.
Alive.
